There's a song I have on my Ipod that brings me back to say, Paris circa two thousand and three. That was the time when we pushed the boundaries and the inner questions slowly started to revel themselves, but this isn't about that. When the inevitable is in sight and your experiencing your first real love experience, can you quickly forgot all that was before, and remember the person you once where ? * The breakdown of self is a true testament to a love we as people thrive on, that's a somewhat fact, but when we breakdown to such a point of misery, that when we look in the mirror we see no flaws, only clouded emotions brought on by a slight bitter flare, have we gone to far ? Its been going around the past year or so, a true self deprecating emotion only brought on by the other half's, yet while we feel trapped, can we take a stand and remember what we once seen in amongst the partial shit storm ...