And everyday you tell yourself: "I feel great," because this makes you feel whole. People see and believe that you're doing fine--great, even.

But then at night, as you drive yourself home, brush your teeth, and lie in bed... alone...

You yearn for someone beside you. Your independence is a mask because as much as you long for someone, it's been a series of uninteresting people, misguided decisions, and hurtful misconnections.

But it's okay. You breathe in... breathe out... fall asleep... You'll wake up in the morning, everything is okay, and you tell yourself: "I feel great."

Marie is his great love
So he is to her
Tom asked her to dance at the disco
It began as a whim
She was a student, he a young professional
It was magic
They connected
United in love
One morning as they awoke,
She asked him if he thought forever they could be?
He nodded yes, it was evident, their eventuality
But they were double-crossed
So cruel their fate
A car accident kept them away
Time would not wait
There were further misconnections
The years marched on
They grew older
Their love never gone
Marie thinks of him
Tom does of her
Life and love are not fair
Of that both are sure