GET IT ON

Sweetums, it hits me so hard. Like a rock. I remember how we used to belong only to each other; nothing else mattered cause I had you. Every week, every day. They were all the same. You were always there, just a breath away. You think maybe we would've gotten tired of the predictable and desired something else, something new, something different - but I never needed more. Now I watch you go. You belong to someone else now. Not me. This knowledge tears a piece from my heart and leaves a scar. When you grow up, your heart dies. Faces blend. They become pieces of crowds and nothing more. In time, you see the faces more clearly; you decipher the puzzle. Some of the faces become important; they incite you to joy, and more joy, and inevitably, heartbreak, when you know for sure that the void cannot be filled. I know you're still there, I know you never left. But I also know that things will never be the same again. We have new lives, in new cities with new people that are important to us. But no one will ever take your place. I hide you in the core of my heart, honey. And I will love you to oblivion.