when you're writing your history, i'll always be a distant footnote. a distant memory.
i didn't appreciate what i had. i wanted better.
and everything i found just wasn't up to par.
fear not; this is just an old bitter memory.
so take this small confession as my price to pay; i've never been the kind to let go. but before you up and walk away, i'm miserable without you. this silver leaves me longing for gold.
-Silver, David Cook