>>18670622
>I wanted you to know, I love the way you laugh
>I wanna hold you high and steal your pain away
>I keep your photograph, I know it serves me well
>I wanna hold you high and steal your pain

>Because I'm broken when I'm lonesome
>And I don't feel right when you're gone away

https://files.catbox.moe/12gjfr.mp4

It’s funny how you can hear a song for the first time in two decades, one that has long abandoned the walls of your psyche, one that you hadn’t given a single thought to since the days of junior year prom and all night marathons of SOCOM II with your buddy Zags, and instantly your lips begins moving to mouth along with lyrics that shoot up from the depths of your cerebral cortex with the speed and ferocity of a lightning strike.

I knew that I was eventually going to break, but a corny ass 2004 mainstream pop rock track from Amy Lee and Shaun Fucking Morgan was the last thing that I figured would do it. YouTube Music serendipitously decided around 5:30 to queue it up and by the time the chorus hit I was an absolute mess, inflicted with the kind of uncontrollable sobbing that quickly turns silent as your lungs try in vain to suck in enough air to allow you to vocalize your grief. Your attempted wails become even more muted as your tears flow into your mouth, choking your throat as you drown in their salty bitterness. It is in these moments that you hate her for being so perfect. So beautiful. You curse the day you first saw her and immediately fell in love. Yet even a fleeting thought of having to go on without her seems an impossible hill to climb.