"I’d like to know what you were thinking the first time you saw me. Me with my mess of brown hair and my nervous habit of biting my lip. I didn’t want you to find out who I was, but I wanted you to want to find out. I wanted you to follow me down a road you’d never heard of and I wanted you to trust that I would find the way back. We were the best of strangers, and the worst of friends. I held you hand loosely at first, but then I gripped your palm so tightly that it seemed if I let go you’d float away. Looking back it was probably me who would’ve floated away. My feet weren’t planted very firmly on the ground. This town after midnight can change a girl. I’ve seen it happen. I’ve walked the streets in the early morning hours only to find that I am not all who I thought I was. Such is life I guess. I found it difficult to meet your gaze in fear that you would see something I didn’t want you to, and figure out more about me then you were ever supposed to. It’s all part of the games we play, isn’t it?"