Another opening night has come. And you're not by my side. Time passes so quickly. A year...365 days...365 sunrises...365 sinsets...since we stood by that fire and learned who we really were. Emptying our hearts for the sake of the other. Who had been through more? "I'm not good enough for you," you claimed. "Look at all that you've been through, and look at what I'm about to cause." I held you close as your arms were grasped around me. Holding on for fear of falling. Failure just wasn't an option. Not a word escaped from my lips as your life confession was made. Nothing to be said. "I'm sorry," you sobbed. There were no words to be comprehended. Muffled cries of the connection we were going to lose. The connection that we lost. Do you remember that day? "You'll never be forgotten," you promised as I dried tears from your eyes. But I know I have been left behind. In your past where your reputations lie. And as you embrace the oen that you love...as you promise her all you ever promised me...I hope you are sincere. I hope you love her as much as you once loved me. And I hope she loses you as much as I love you and more. The flames of the fire are suffocated. Cut off from all chances of survival. And the last spark...

...dies...