To the lady who still has my heart. If my feelings for you had developed at the same pace as yours, I would have told you I love you. I kick myself for not knowing sooner, but too little, too late. Now some other guy has taken my place and there aint shit I can do about it. And its killing me. All I can do is try to fight my tears whilst listening to "Cranes In The Sky" by Solange, and try to work out how to get over you. But I dont want to.