I have no idea... what goes through your mind.

"...There's so much I want to say, but I might end up hurting you again. "

You meant what you said, didn't you? But you apologized anyway.

"Whenever I call.." he continued, "All you say is 'uh-huh', 'yeah', or 'alright'... if there's something you want to tell me, then say it!"

If you meant what you said, don't say your sorry.

"I don't know whats going on in your head!"

"I'm sorry..." I sniffled, stopping in place. I pressed my nearly frozen gloves onto my eyes to stop the tears from flowing. To stop the emotions from gushing. To stop the time from ticking. A strong hand gripped my shoulder, shoving my backward.

"STOP CRYING ALL THE TIME!" he screamed over the silence of the falling snow. My eyes opened... and began to dry out as I stood still. "It... makes me feel like a bad guy!"

They call it first love...

"And... it gets me down."

... because there is a second and third time, too.

"I can't let go."

Don't make your first your last.

"I didn't fall in love with you for it to end like this."

I just wish we could all forget, erase, and move on.