His love confuses me, it came on fast and hit me hard so that I'm left spinning. He took me in his arms and practiced Russian by whispering sweet nothings until all hours of the morning, until his lips could do nothing but kiss mine. He took me dancing, and tangoed with me until dusk, until his hips could do nothing but dig into mine. He loved me over time, in ebbs and flows like the sea loves the sand, until he couldn't help but fall into my tide. And now he's away, he'll always be "away", today Bloomington, tomorrow Berlin. And now I'm aching, I'll always be aching, today for Indiana, tomorrow for Germany.