The first words come out and I can see this secret will be about you. I can't believe that I can breathe without you, but all I need to do is carry on. The next sentence I write down and there's a tear that falls between the lines. I know that pain is supposed to heal in stages, but it depends which one I'm standing on. I type lines, then delete them, describing love can't be this tough. I could print out this text, then set on fire, send it up in smoke. I could throw it in the river and watch it sink in slowly. I could tie the pages to a plane and send it to the moon. But it won't mean much unless I say these words to you. I'm dying to show you this could end happily ever after. There doesn't ever have to be disaster and all you have to do is join in.