How many nights have we fallen asleep on this couch? Finally crashing after another long night out. From the first page, we were always something strange, every story has two sides, the case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde; your moods and my temperament: hell-bent or heaven-sent. Taking our time, no end in sight, always picking up right where we left off, fingers finding middle C on piano keys, but our story was never so black-and-white. Without you, I couldn't exist, shredded pieces of my heart and soul held together by a single paper clip. Secrets spilling out as confessions turning the wheels of a new story invention; waking up to discover we were the experiment with undeniable chemistry: an exercise in love or trust, the possibility of intimacy, between you and me. We were always something strange from the first page. We look different in the light without all the smoke and mirrors; I won't travel anywhere without you by my side-- it's you, you're always there. Those nights replay over again in my mind. Woke up in a story I've never read, I didn't write.