You have to take a deep breath. and allow the music to flow through you. Revel in it allow yourself to awe. When you play allow the music to break your heart with its beauty.

I didnt want to kiss you goodbye that was the trouble I wanted to kiss you good night and theres a lot of difference.

It hurts to breathe. It hurts to live. I hate her yet I do not think I can exist without her.

...better to have loved and lost bullshit. Dont show me paradise and then burn it down.

If it werent for music I would think that love is mortal.

I want everything with you America. I want the holidays and the birthdays the busy season and lazy weekends. I want peanut butter fingertips on my desk. I want inside jokes and fights and everything. I want a life with you.

Well my music was different in high school I was singing about loveyou know things I dont care about anymore.

Meghan whispered a voice heart wrenchingly familiar drawing me out of the void. I recognized it immediately just as I realized it was a figment of my desperate imagination because the real owner of that voice would never be here talking to me.AshWake up he murmured his deep voice cutting through the layers of the darkness. Dont do this. If you dont come out of this soon youll fade away and drift forever. Fight it. Come back to us.I didnt want to wake up. There was nothing but pain waiting for me in the real world. If I was asleep I couldnt feel anything. If I was asleep I didnt have to face Ash and the cold contempt on his face when he looked at me. Darkness was my retreat my sanctuary. I drew back from Ashs voice deeper into the comforting blackness. And through the layer of dreams and delirium I heard a quiet sob.Please. A hand gripped mine real and solid anchoring me to the present. I know what you must think of me but The voice broke off took a ragged breath. Dont leave it whispered. Meghan dont go. Come back to me.

But what was there to sayOnly that there were tears. Only that Quietness and Emptiness fitted together like stacked spoons. Only that there was a snuffling in the hollows at the base of a lovely throat. Only that a hard honey-colored shoulder had a semicircle of teethmarks on it. Only that they held each other close long after it was over. Only that what they shared that night was not happiness but hideous grief.Only that once again they broke the Love Laws. That lay down who should be loved. And how. And how much.

But I miss screamin and fightin and kissin in the rain and its 2 a.m. and Im cursin your name. Youre so in love the you act insane and thats the way I loved you.