I have this whole playlist dedicated to lonely empty nights.
Days when I just want to drown myself in my thoughts.
On these nights I sometimes reminisce.
I'm not the intellectual type.
At the most I'm average. Maybe a lithe lower.
Sometimes it's easier to start in the middle. Beginnings are hard.
He was a complete Stranger. Someone who answered my ad.
An ad placed on impulse full of tales and lies.
Sometimes I like to go back and re-read our correspondences.
He wasn't like anyone I had met before
How I miss him.