I grew tired of the sun and the snow; of the night and the day; of the right and the wrong. Lines once so clear began to blur together. I grew tired of searching for something more than what I had. I grew tired of being happy, just as I grew tired of being sad. The days were long, but nothing felt so long as the days I spent with you.
Our vacant selves plastered together in some vain attempt at intimacy. And yet, I've never felt further away from someone.