"These miles have torn us worlds apart"
I miss you. I think about you a lot. Do you think of me? Probably not. I found a door number 3. I hate it. I don't want to take door number 3. I want what i had. I want what i saw in you for a brief moment. I can't decide what I'm feeling. I'm not feeling. That's why.
Good thing I don't control the weather.