Because I find there's no truth in life anymore. There's no real substantial proof that love has ever been with me (or left me). All I have is the growing adjustment beating with my heart, pumping shards of glass in my brain. And when I come out of my indifference, it strikes me hot like embers jumping from the fire of an old couples' flame, how is it that I ever made it this far? I just wish I could fall back with you to the beginning.

This really got to me.