Ya know, I realized this one adventurous night that life is nothing but a continuing story. And its unfortunate, but pages needed to be flipped and chapters need to come to an end. And you can re-read the chapter as much as possible to try to feel that way again, but you can’t ever relive it. If i could go back to the first person i ever fell in love with, my story wouldn’t have a happy ending. This chapter really has been great and maybe it took a little help from drugs to really show me what i really needed. This chapter just needs to end, it was great, i fell in love and learned a lot about myself, but it can’t go on anymore. The story line fades to black… and the next scene begins.