[Introduction] The Ones That Don't Exist [Jon Radtke]

Jon Radtke, that was his name; the boy who stole my heart without a thought to the action. He didn't know how I felt, and I couldn't exactly tell him, could I? Am I so courageous that I can go up to my brother's best friend and pour my heart out?

No, I couldn't. Jon was Mat's best friend; Mat was my protective, older brother. Can you see my dilemma? Besides, to everyone in the band I'm just Mat's baby sister; it's like I don't have feelings, or a mind of my own. I'm just a child to all of them; A twenty year-old who may as well be two.


I dream of the guitarist every night; I stare at him almost constantly. I blush when ever he looks my way, and I choke up when he speaks to me. I've never held a conversation with him, and I'm sure he thinks I'm crazy.


Mat figured it out, it was right in plain view after all. He told me to forget it, that he wouldn't allow it. He informed me that Jon broke girls' hearts just as fast as he took them, and that he didn't want mine to be broken.


What would Mat say if I told him Jon broke my heart everyday when he didn't give me a second thought?


I give up a good chunk of my time dreaming of Jon wrapping his arms around me, whispering how much he'd give up to show how much he loves me. But I know I live in reality, and the truth is nothing that amazing will every happen to me.


But since when has dreaming been against the law?


Standing on my own,
Remembering the one I left at home,
Forget about the life I used to know,
Forget about the one I left at home.
So now I'm standing here alone,
I'm learning how to live life on my own

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