Have you ever lost someone you loved and wanted one more conversation, one more chance to make up for the time when you thought they would be here forever? If so, then you know you can go your whole life colecting days, and none will outweigh the one you wish you had back. It's like the line is drawn somewhere in the world and if you never cross it, you will never consider throwing yourself of a building or swallowing a bottle of pills- but if you do, you might. People figure I crossed the line. They ask themselves "Could I ever come as close as he did?" The truth is there is no line. There's only your life, how you mess it up, and who is there to save you. Or who isn't. All that happens when dreams come true is a slow, melting realization that is that it isn't what you thought. and that won't save you You get shut out of someone specials life, you feel like a still door has been locked; your banging, but they just cant hear you. And being unheard is th ground floor of giveng up, and giving up is the ground floor of doing yourself in. Sharing tales of ones we have lost is how we keep from losing them. if you had the chance, just one chance, to go back and fix what you did wrong in life, would you take it? And if so would you be big enough to stand it?