I never believed in starting new chapters, but I believe in rewriting and starting a whole new book. But how does one acheive such a thing? Everyone who 'lives life to the fullest' and lives 'in the moment', rarely accomplish even the smallest fraction of what they had wanted and planned to. You could give me all the time and money in the entire world, and I still wouldn't do what I wanted until the very last minute because I thought I had more time. When in reality, all you have is now. That is the beginning of everything.

I understand now why no one's ever stayed
or why my family doesn't try
Everyone's too afraid of getting lost in me
Of being pulled down my current
and drowning in me
No one wants to lose their own mind
trying to understand mine

I'm not sure if you'll see me again
Part of me say yes
but the other says no
I was almost going to apologize
for the last memory you'd have of me
Red face, clenched fists, water
from my eyes
But for that, I am not sorry
Because the last thing you'd have to remember
was the face of someone who didn't want to
live without you

But ultimately, had to

They say the sting of missing
someone only lasts a certain time
That one day you'll wake up and they
won't be the first thing on your mind
That you'll be able to walk around
without feeling that hollow place where your heart used to lie
You'll be able to make it through the day
without a tear sneaking down your face
But none of that's true
because I woke up today not thinking
of you at all
You weren't on my mind
Yet I kept staring at my bedroom door
Wishing you'd walk through it
So maybe you weren't on my mind after all
Cause you never even left it

Meeting you for the first time
I think our hearts were overwhelmed
I didn't have the slightest inclination of what had hit me
but you proceeded as if it were on purpose,
like it was meant to happen
"Well, it's nice to meet you"
you say between a deep sigh
Almost like your soul was taking
a breath and said,
"Finally"

I wonder if it scares you to
know we are intertwined
In a way we can't explain
Yet you've always known we were
Even before we met
kind of like when you're searching for something you lost
But you know it's there
I'm not sure why you continued
to look for me
I'm just so grateful to have been found

I feel like I'm always waiting for something
a change in the weather
Or a new outfit to buy
A new person to meet
A new song to come on the radio
But mostly, I'm waiting for me to change
to be come someone else
to be somewhere else
Except when I'm with you
Who I am is perfectly fine
and there's no where else I'd rather be
and I forget I'm waiting for anything else
but then it occurs to me

It must be you