He's Still Sad. I Still Love Him.

William Fitzsimmons is still breaking my heart in the most gorgeous manner possible.

How does his ex not return? I would run. So fast. In his direction.

He wrote a sequel to "Afterall." Called "After Afterall." If my heart is ever shattered into a million little pieces, I only hope I'll be half as eloquent in articulating the experience. Not that I aspire to heartache, but I'm not paralyzed by the fear of its possibility either. 

P.S. I still think "Free Fallin'" is one of the saddest songs ever. Especially its acoustic versions. Like this one. Or John Mayer's.