I am constantly torn between killing myself and killing everyone around me.

Maybe, it's not the distance that's the problem, but how you handle it.

It's hard to answer a question you haven't been asked. It's hard to show you tried unless you end up succeeding.

I only have eyes for you.

I had gotten so used to being alone, but never entirely used to it. Never used to it enough to stop wanting the alternative.

And I'm moved, it's so beautiful. Not what I wrote, but to have it given back like this. To have her remember the words and the tune. To hear it in her voice.

There are things I miss," you said. "But if I didn't have you, I'd miss more.