You came up in a conversation yesterday,
And I didn’t smile
For the first time ever.
This feeling is so strange.
The minute your name was spoken,
Dread enveloped over me
And my chest hurt trying to inhale.
Look what we’ve done, love.
We made quite the mess.
But who’s going to clean it up?
—  j.e.b. ((You used to make me smile, but now you make me cry.))