For I have never wanted a lover, but I have always wanted to love, and to be loved.
I am breathing. In dreams, we never bother to breathe.
She is carrying herself through the day, and it’s not an easy task.
Maybe, it's not the distance that's the problem, but how you handle it.
This is my life, I think. I am an accumulation of objects.
But whether or not you are here, you are here—because these words are for you, and they wouldn't exist if you weren't here in some way.