
And We All Fall Down...
He stares through me, and I suppose I never really want him to look away. He's the same as he's always been, just a little stranger, a little more far away. Aloof as he is, I want to believe in him. I want to believe in the things we've done, the places we'll see together, one day. I want to believe in him, the first person that ever understood me.
But I can't.
