It’s hard to accept some things until they’re said out loud.
I just need to tell myself what I will be missing… you should know, too.
The bridges have burned. There’s no chance you’ll come in my path again.
So this means:
No more heart-to-hearts in your cold car, only warmed up by the love in my heart.
No more karaoke nights and too many drinks at a cheap hotel bar.
No more breakfasts when the room spins.
No more nights of you telling me all that I need to fix… but man, we were at our best selves then.
No more jam sessions at 2:20 a.m… (I wish I could have one more drive with you to hear one last solo.)
I’ve left Iowa. I am back where I belong.
My heart still hurts.
It belongs with you.