What's true?

Confusion's just an excuse for being weak.

I felt a lightness in my walk just now, as if something great was propelling me off the ground with each step I took. I could almost fly. But it's different now; I feel so heavy I could sink into the ground. It's all these feelings of missing and hoping and knowing nothing will ever be the same. It hits you and suddenly everything around just bursts.

Did you say I think too much? Still waters run deep? I'd wish.

Taylor Swift/Disney fever.

Why can't you see-ee-ee, you belong with mee-ee-ee?

Well, it's a question I don't have to ask because you belong to me, already, and we both know it's incredibly right. Now, I've just gotta wait for my hair to grow long, and for it to turn wavy. For you to wake up in the early morning as I make sandwiches for us and the kids. Cherry tomatoes, here I come.

I had a dream that you cried, and looked at me and said you knew all along. I had a dream where we hugged like we did years ago, and everything was as if nothing ever went wrong. Girl, in my dream, I held your hands and I said I'm sorry for everything. And you looked at me, nodding, and told me all was fine.

Did you forget, did you forget about me?

How technology has changed the world.

It no longer the call that matters; it's the text, the email, the blog, the bloody MSN.

I know it costs, and I know it's hard but it's harder reading and typing, wishing I could just rewind all these few horrible weeks away. You probably never think about me like I do, or when you do, you curse at me and swear but yet I do think of you everyday...

The closest we've got the few words of Arial. Too few.