i hate writing these. october 3rd. its been a fun time but as i was told when i fell from a swing at 10 feet over the ground that all fun things must come to an end. she sounded unsure. as if our worst enemy had pointed a gun against her back. distance. the dancing between AM and PM has come to an end. the difference between this one was that this was my favorite song, and she was my favorite partner, my favorite escape, my favorite muse for my writings. im sorry that im so far my lovely, but it seems that distance has shut off the music.