"Say, go through the darkest of days
Heaven's a heartbreak away."
"He has come a long way from First Dance, eh?"
It was a harmless comment.
But I felt my eyes darkening.
"Yes."
Why am I sounding so curt and cold?
I glanced at you,
looking into your
faded sunset eyes.
"How's Reid?" I couldn't help but ask.
You winced.
"Good, I guess," you said.
You sounded so hopelessly sad
and Artis, I don't know why
but at twenty six, I felt my heart break
all over again.
"Lost all contact after high school."
Lost all contact.
'Why is it always him?
Eight years back.
Maybe eight years from now.'
I could finally see it.
Thinking back, Artis, I could always see.
And for the first time in years,
I could b r e a t h e .
And I found myself walking away
from you, your beautiful unreadable eyes.
Maybe I was painting a misunderstanding
but before I could look at you,
I need to break some things off.
m i a.