Some couples have chemistry.

Others have a connection.

We had both.

We took turns walking away. But somehow, we still ended up here. On stage, together, in front of tens of thousands of people. Him holding a guitar, me a microphone. Singing the song that launched my career and dubbed me the princess of pop music.

The song I wrote about him.

Maybe we were inevitable from the start. To love. To dream. To end.

Our song had one ending.

Our story might have another.