If I could have posted Saturday night it would have read "I'm in heaven".

Who would give that up? Reasons don't come so easily. I haven't found one yet.

I'm going to look for a therapist this week. There's so much on my chest I can't breathe sometimes. You're my ear to listen and my shoulder to cry on but space is a wonderful thing for a girl to have. Lets let someone else handle me for a while.

I looked at the picture of you two talking last night. I know he read it and you'll be slipping into his mind between all the interviews and putting a face on.

I've decided to stay behind the scenes. The guys up front take the hits while we do our thing. Charlie, you got the life we love to live baby.

Smile. Kiss. Bliss.

xxo