Don't say nothing happens to me
The separation affects you, too
Even saying it is difficult, I know, but love is a habit
The way your mind contrasts with your heart
The burning of your soul in the night
All of it has one meaning: the room is lonely
Come when you have time, let's try again
these kinds of feelings,
restless sleep
half-finished stories; we aren't accustomed to it
leaving things behind when you go, smothering the fire,
love thinking selfishly; we aren't accustomed to it