Tell Yourself You're Over It When you tell yourself you're over it, you begin to believe it. And eventually, it becomes the truth. That is what I have learned, and you have failed to realize.I hate this, Elena. I hate watching you stare at nothing until what you can't see makes you scream. I hate waking up in the middle of the night, finding you curled up on the floor, sobbing in your sleep. I hate pretending nothing's wrong and just playing along in your game of eternal indifference. I hate it all. Almost as much as I hate what happened.Believe me, I hate what happened. Eric... Eric was like a brother to me. really. Don't listen to what people say; I was really happy for you two, and I WAS planning on going to the wedding. And sitting in the back. Facing the wall.But that isn't the point. Eric and I go way back... Kindergarten, I think. Best friends no matter what. If you think you're the only one affected by his death, you're terribly wrong. I was torn up for months after
Hold On or Let GoOneDay oldAnd you comeIn to my life.Asleep in my armsSo new to this big world.Something inside me changesI have decided to love you.I'll hold you and rock you and feed youI will love you more than anything else.You are so small and will need protectionLike a feather in a pile of bricks.I will be a strong fence for youAnd guard you from this harsh world.Oh, to love you is toBlindly hold a rope.Should I hold on?Or let go?I don'tKnow.