Before i left I watched the night sky descend, you didn't come to see me, and so, fortuitously, you can serve as an imaginary lover to whom i pour out my heart to.
It was all the same whether you are here with me or not, and anyway, you said seeing each other only increased the hurt. when you said that, your face was once again over civilized, while I had lost sense of meaning of the word. to me, hurt differs from happiness only in the amount of letters necessary to write the words on a piece of paper...
