You and I are in the same space, but we live in different galaxies. That’s why we could never get along for extensive periods of time. After several glasses of wine, I realised that you talk more than I do. Maybe sometimes pain hurts more when we always choose to ignore it. I can love you better than him; from eight until late he always calls his ex-girlfriend Kim. I wonder what you get up to when he’s not there; I wonder what you really know about him. I never knew that my loving heart could get played like harps and violins do. The symphony is exquisite, but the pain and the heartbreak are obviously not. I wonder what you know about everything happening around you while you wander away from me. I gave you exclusive views to breathtaking galaxies, but you still needed more space like the astronaut lady. I have fallen in love with my own solitude, but loneliness has taken over every single part of my life. I’m scared to see who or what I have left behind; these Hatfield streets have become so nostalgic.
Everything is complicated and my feelings are hardly reciprocated