The other night a kiss tasted like you, or what you would have.. had I ever. Never is a just a symbolic interpretation of forever. Strings of phrase, wraped gentelly around my neck. I try not to think about you. struggle to remember nothing. But each time a dormant memory arises, all my guises crash to the floor. And as much as I know I am not to blame. the reality of how I feel never seems to change. T, I'm so sorry, that I chose not to respond. now you are gone, i should go on.. but it seems that I cannot yet even begin to forgive myself.