From shortly after we met, he came to be represented to me by the song "Breathe" by Sixpence None the Richer. I met him in a long and odd yet intriguing email I received this last summer. Both of us were out of school for the summer, so we learned a lot about each other in a very short time. He seemed to know so many things about me; more than I knew about myself. He had somehow known me before we ever met and he had the poems to prove it. I held his every word close to my heart, perhaps too close. We connected and he said we were one, that I was the missing half that made him finally whole. He made me believe I could feel... again. I thought I once knew what the coursing of life through a plant felt like. He showed me the songs in the things that were lost in memories. He showed me what I wanted to see.

It was only a matter of around two months since we first met, then everything changed. He said he was wrong, that he could never truly be content with just one person. He loved everyone. He felt everything. I always doubted what I felt. He left, but like a naive, blind fool, I followed him until he finally said it blunt enough that it sunk in that he never loved me the way he said he did, the way we both thought each other felt.

Shortly afterwards he found someone else who he proclaimed his oneness with, but this time it was he who was abandoned. He was everything and yet nothing. We both changed. He said so. We weren't the same people we were wen we made our vows. That made it alright. I almost couldn't, but I finally left him there in his fake contentment.

Over time he found his way back to the boy that opened him to first being attracted to the same gender. It was inevitable. He's doing the things we had once planned to do together. I should have realized it wouldn't work when I felt jealous of him. ' I just didn't understand it. Love was patiently waiting for me all along. I chose my own path, yet free will is never really free. He chose his path, far from being the keeper of my dreams, closer to where he wants to be. He hopes for a happy ending and it doesn't matter what he once felt because the past is meaningless to him. Yet, as Joey said, "You can't know where you are going if you don't know where you came from, because you will inevitably go back to the place where you came from, not knowing the direction you are headed." It's true, I have changed, but knowledge and memories don't change who I have always been. Eventually, every plan we make, path we follow, line we walk, and knot we tie comes undone. But, in the end, in the very breath we have always breathed, all of us will see if we are one or if we are alone; if we were kept in Love or amazed in the dark.