I've always been a music person. I find comfort in words set to music, and I tend to become attached to the human that write them. I'm the type of person who loves a band with all of her heart. In my opinion, having a band whose music you're passionate about is amazing. They become your band, and it's the greatest feeling in the world. That being said, it hurts like hell when that comes to an end.

My band broke up recently, and it felt like my world came crashing down around me for a moment when I first found out. It's hard to know how to feel. For me, I was upset for a little bit. And then I felt stupid for being so upset. And then I started thinking of things I wanted to say to them. Here it goes.

Thank you.

Thank you for being the band that reminded me what loving music feels like. For reigniting a spark that I didn’t realize had gone away, for bringing life back into the music I listen to every day.

Thank you for making your shows something I could look forward to. For giving me the best nights of the last couple of years. For bringing me new friends, and for treating me like one of yours.

Thank you for giving me the soundtrack to my life, for writing songs I will always be able to sing along to. For giving new meaning to words and making music that serves as an emotional outlet.

All good things must come to an end. There will be no more driving across state borders to see you play live, beaming with pride watching my small time little band play bigger and bigger audiences. No more dancing around like an idiot, feeling like I'm drunk on life. No more "Thanks for coming!"s or "This one goes out to you!"s. It was unexpected, and it's hard to grasp. It's the end of an era.

I'll always have the music. The memories of all those nights where I felt the most alive will stay with me. And even as this era comes to a close, I'll always have you.

So thank you.

Thank you for the music and the memories and the escape you've been for me. Thank you for giving me a love of music that will last forever. All good thing come to an end. Everything fades. But sometimes, that's for the better.