A college coed with shoulders that made me shudder on my first week in Belfast sat next to me in the booth. The pub we were drinking in had smoke crying from the walls, and the televisions were blaring what became a stirred up static of the news of recent bombings.

Twenty dead. I am extremely excited about the Church Leadership and Administration major in the past I let my heart beat fast It’s hard to explain the ice the cold that’s in my eyes I’m still in love They tell me to move on Please don’t write another song But how can I forget what I felt before the guilt I think about those times And I think about those times And I think about those times.