Today, I

Heard Mat Kearney on the radio.
It reminds me of that night,
When you were in Washington D.C.
And I called and sang to you on your answering machine


"What am I doing here-if you're not with me? What have I got to live for if it's just my own dream? Take it back to the beginning, back to the start; when gravity's pulling-you're still holding my heart..."

And I realized...

I was really good to you.

And in that realization,
I no longer felt bad about anything I'd said or done.

And I felt free.

Finally.