Inside of my mind, you'll find a vast part of it is full of repressed memories of you.  I can remember the way your teeth would grab your bottom lip while saying the first letter of my name. Do you remember that time we were in your backyard, and you told me that everything would be okay?
Why did you have to tell me that? I didn't want everything to be okay.
  -We were supposed to be a **** up in a room full of perfections.