If I could look inside my heart, through the darkness, into the melancholy.. I'd see your face. Disfigured and hazy.  Broken and glued back together; missing the pieces lost with time. I remember you sometimes; what you were and what you gave away to become what you did. It evokes pride stirred with gut wrenching pain. 

I wonder how you walked away from the desolate memories that made you?  I wonder if you had a chance, would you change those moments? I wonder if you would still be here, sitting on this chair, typing this while trying to remember you, that girl who had dreams.