Morgan Anderson

Intro Over my many years of fame, both on and off stage, I never once thought that I’d become so vain. From a young age, I only desired two things in life. Love, and fame. I got the fame. But I lost the love. When you and I first met in that night bar in Manhattan, we seemed like a perfect fit. Yin and Yang, you could say. I wrote songs about how deep our love went, and how unbreakable our bonds were. But little did I know, things weren’t meant to last too long. I saw changes in your behavior, thought you hated me for something. I began to see you as a monster more than the one I loved. How foolish of me…. I merely exaggerated the circumstances. I left you without hesitation, not so much as a goodbye or a note on your pillow. I blocked your number, thought I’d done the right thing. How heartbroken you must’ve been…. Years passed. I never gave it a second thought. I wanted to believe that I was right. But in truth, I was wrong. While performing on stage one late night, I overheard a few lyrics from another song. “Oh you’re like my nicotine This cigarette is killing me But I just want you down inside my lungs…. Oh they say you live and learn I guess I’m stupid Eyes are burned Cuz I just keep on staring at the sun Looking for my nicotine buzz….” When I heard it, it made me realize just how much I miss you. It crushed me. I broke down in tears before I stepped onto the stage, and I ran away, leaving a trail of salty tears and bitter memories. I always used to ask you whether you were a man or a monster…. But the more I realize, the more I start to believe that I should be asking myself that question. The heartache was unbearable, my pillows stained with tears as I cried myself to sleep. I began counting the years since I’d last felt your warm embrace, and it crushed me. But I couldn’t just go back to you after what I’d done, could I? What would you think of me? But I learned, don’t give up on love if it doesn’t work out the first time.