Deep down, I knew we were doomed. In a society where image and morals matter, we were never going to be together. She warned me, I didn't listen. And I'm broken as a result. Broken, alone, tortured by the memory of a love I can't have.
Three years later, it still hurts. Every day, it hurts to live without her. I bottle up my pain, forcing my love to turn to hatred. I hold it tight in my fist, using it to fuel the lyrics to my songs, to fill my music with the pain I feel. It makes me famous. But the pain is still there. Always pain.
I'm dying without her.
When my career takes off, I'm introduced to a woman who will become my best friend. She's lived a life with secrets and she sees them in me, teaches me to let them go. Through my music, I allow my story to unfold. It takes another two years, but I begin to breathe. I begin to heal.
Then I see her, and it's like no time passed at all. The feelings are the same. But nothing has changed. I can't survive this again. I can't let her back in. I'm stronger now. I can say no. I can walk away–can't I?