...Not since you did it.
Two feet above the ground...You always wanted to fly, I suppose you'll never touch the ground again.

The words I remember more than your "last" where the words "There's nothing left for me here..."
So, I wasn't enough?
We kissed, didn't we?
I stepped a mile out of my comfort zone for you...
For Christ's sake, I'm a lesbian...
And yet you still tied that noose and you still took that last step.

A mile over the edge, and still falling.

I miss you...I want to see you again.

I'm glad you're home, but...what do I do?
It hurts...all I've wanted to do since is eat a handful of muscle relaxents.

All this for a boy...
A [B]boy[/B] of all things.

I. Miss. You.