Keep thinking 'bout Belle. Wondering if I was stupid for breakin' up with her when we were younger. Donno why, haven't thought about her for years, but lately she's all I can think about. Would she have come out here with me, set up camp? Sat next to me as we looked up at the stars and dreamed about our future? I miss her smile. Her freckles. The way she'd scrunch up her nose when I made a bad joke, like she was trying not to laugh. Feels like there's a Belle-shaped hole in my heart, and I didn't even know about it. Too late now. She's married, and I'm out here tryin' to prove a point like I always am. Just not sure if bein' right's worth being alone anymore.