"Does he watch your favorite movies?
Does he hold you when you cry?
Does he let you tell him all your favorite parts when you've seen it a million times?
Does he sing to all your music while you dance to "Purple Rain?"
Does he do all these things, like I used to?

Will he love you like I loved you?
Will he tell you everyday?
Will he make you feel like you're invincible with every word he'll say?
Can you promise me if this is right:
Don't throw it all away?
Can you do all these things?
Will you do all these things...
Like we used to?
Oh, like we used to..."
-Like We Used To by A Rocket to The Moon

Not feeling too hot at the moment.

     Once upon a time there was a young woman of uncertain age. This young woman spent much of her early life dwelling in a whimsical fantasy that she created for herself, filled with joy, love, and peace. It was perfect, and she felt that nothing could ever take this dream life from her.
     One day, however, her utopia was tainted by something terrible. This terrible thing worked its way inside her perfect world, consuming it slowly but sure from the inside. It leeched off of the happiness that had surrounded the young woman, replacing it with desperation and despondency. This vile beast was Real Life, and it swept through the girl's world with a cruel vengeance, destroying everything she knew.
     The young woman was left in ruins. She had no where to go and nothing to depend on any longer. She was lost, alone, and desperate for something to hold onto. However, no such thing could be found. It seemed there was nothing left for her to cherish, for Real Life had annihilated it.
     Upon realising that all she had lived for no longer existed in her life, the girl had nothing more to do than to sit down and cry. And that is indeed what she did until the day that she died.
      The end.