I take one step forward, only to take two steps back, looking over my shoulder, afraid to leave you behind. But he's right there, so close that if I reach out a hand, I can graze his white cheek with my fingertips. But there you are, right behind me, your arms open wide like you'll actually catch me if I fall back. I'm stuck in between now and a memory, not sure where my heart is, only sure of the throb of the questions it holds in its chambers. Why can't I forget your blue eyes that bore into mine, and replace them with the thought of his, big and brown and innocent? How can I take his heart in my hands when they easily crushed yours and left both of us bleeding?