Distance is a weird phenomenon, so is time. We were two continents apart, yet connected. So far yet so close. We are in the same city and yet I can't see you. So close yet so far. Maybe because tears often blur my vision. I talk to you and you make everything sound so normal, like nothing ever changed. We never stopped talking. But we never started as well. And now that you're going, I feel like you were long gone before you came back. I think it's fair enough: we didn't meet when you left, we didn't meet when you came back. I hope this settles the score. Until next time, All my love.