I think when it's all over it just comes back as flashes, you know? It's like a kaleidoscope of memories, and it just all comes back. But he never does. I think a part of me knew the second I saw him this would happen. It's not really anything he said, or anything he did.It was the feeling that came along with it. And the crazy thing is, I don't know if I'm ever gonna feel that way again; but I don't know if I should. I knew his world moved too fast and burned too bright - but I just thought “How can the devil be pulling you towards someone who looks so much like an angel when he smiles at you?” Maybe he knew that when he saw me. I guess I just lost my balance. I think that the worst part of it all wasn't losing him. It was losing me.
I don't know if you know who you are, until you lose who you are.
Et toi, ça te fait rire, comme un empereur triste. Qui, voyant son empire , se dit qu'il n'a plus rien ; plus rien à conquérir. Tu sais, j'ai fait le deuil, de nous deux et de toi..Mais si nous deux c'est mort, alors c'est mort pour moi. Dans ma main ce couteau. Cette entaille au poignet, ressemble à ton sourire qui me dit qu'il faut partir. Je ne sens plus mon être, et la douleur s'en va..Adieu, pauvre de moi.