"I'll never forget how you looked that night

Baggy jeans, black t-shirt

Radiant in the candle light

And me,

Leaning on the wall for support


Just looking at you made my knees

So weak

'Come here, baby girl, let me hold you'

It was easier then,

Back when I didn't cry myself to sleep over

Another letter

That confirmed my worst fear


Going two hours without you was a "bad day"

Now, I fight to stay in one


Because I know if I fall apart,

Then you will too

'Is love really enough?'

Too many questions, with

Never enough answers

And your picture can't make it all

Go away.

'43 is the magic number, baby.'"

10:20pm 9/12/2005