when i opened my eyes you were there.
i love the reality of you. it's when i don't see you for a while and i sit in my room and think about you, that's when i feel sad. i don't like the memory of you and i don't like the idea of seeing you, but when you're there i am happy.
i tell you i can't stand miso soup and that i hate the beach. i try and make you fall out of love with me.
we go round and round in circles. i love you. you love me not. you love me. i love you not.
i don't know how i want the story to end.