If my love were an ocean, there would be no more land.
If my love were a desert, you would see only sand.
If my love were a star—late at night, only light.
And if my love could grow wings,
I’d be soaring in flight.
I wanted people to trust me, despite anything they’d heard. And more than that, I wanted them to know me. Not the stuff they thought they knew about me. No, the real me. I wanted them to get past the rumors. To see beyond the relationships I once had, or maybe still had but that they didn’t agree with.
I sat. And I thought. And the more I thought, connecting the events in my life, the more my heart collapsed.
I hope you’re ready, because I’m about to tell you the story of my life. More specifically, why my life ended. And if you’re listening to these tapes, you’re one of the reasons why.
But you can’t get away from yourself. You can’t decide not to see yourself anymore. You can’t decide to turn off the noise in your head.