We look for each other.
I write where would you be.
You write me if I'm around.
We can't help it. But we both know we can be together. We like each other, we seek each other, we desire each other.
It's the face I make when I call you for your surname. You're so unique, careless and good hearted.
But there's always a "but"...
But, our lives are too different to find a middle point for us. We couldn't be together, even though the feeling is there.
It's a spine down my throat, not hurting me, but, curious of what would have been if...
