Your words are only cryptic to me, I took a peek. Words of hope and wisdom, That I can only guess, Have nothing to do with me… The first message last week was sweet and soft. I felt my heart long for your presence. Then your second message arrived, Sour, Bitter, Cold… I wanted to respond immediately, To defend myself, To say I am not the only one at fault here… But I don't have any fight left in me. Don't get me wrong, I am battling the demons that led to our demise. To my own surprise, I feel like I am coming back stronger and more alive. Fear has always been my trigger, My antagonist. My left turn when I should've gone right. That rope on the shore when I'm drowning and there is no one around to throw it to me. FUCK FEAR! I know it will always be here. It will be my strength, not my weakness. I will use it to better myself and be the man a lady deserves. Oh pretty lady, Beautiful, Sunshine of my life… It's winter and the darkness has taken hold. 2 months gone. Was this really our swan song? They say the 3rd time is the charm. 3 times lucky… 3 strikes and your out… So many possible endings to this story. That is, if its not already been written. I'd hate to live with this being our curtain call. It is what it is though. Where this winter wind will blow our leaves, we just don't know. I fight the urge to call you almost every day, I would never not pick up if you feel the same way.