Let it Die I dont know what to say. You wanted to be with me, I with you.

But in all honesty, was it ever meant to happen? I listen to Feist Let it Die on nights like this, when I think of you. Why did we ever kiss? I spoke to you for hours on end, but never knew what would come of it. I liked you, but always had some apprehension. You got to know me before even letting me know you had romantic feelings, yet somehow you would scold me. Why would you scold a woman you carried about? Was it my lack of practicality? There are nights I stay awake and wonder what it is that drew us together in the first place. Memories of you come and go like ghosts.I write to you, to your memory. I write in hopes the thoughts will be silenced, though silence never comes and I hear you nag. I have to remind myself continually too let it die.