Some promises are meant to be  broken...

 

For over six years, I’ve respected Evangeline’s wishes,

Kept my last promise to her and stayed far away.

 

I’ve learned to live without my missing piece,

Grown used to the ache of my broken heart,

All while I’ve worked to become

the man she always deserved...

 

Even if I never have a chance to show her.

 

But my distance was dependent on her happiness, 

On evidence that not only did she not want me, 

she didn’t need me.

 

Now her star is fading right before my eyes,

and that conviction is smoke.

 

I’m done playing dead.

 

I’m still the only one she can’t hide from. 

The only one who can read her music. 

All she has to do is remember—

 

We’re a perfect song, matched note for note.