Lines written while Nina is reading and I am sipping coffee and he is on my mind:

You are seriously contemplating kissing him.

Which would just be about the stupidest thing to do.

What's done is done and there is no going back. Don't even think about it.

Aren't you trying to make it to the Milky Way? Don't you want to sail across the sun and come back with drops of Jupiter in your hair? Why so soon do you miss him while you haven't even began to look for yourself out there? Why can't you just let him remain Unsent? Why can't you stand on the valley and keep your promise not to ever, ever, fall? Why can't you express yourself beyond the lyrics of a song?

You know he's not your rhapsody.

This hi-fi attitude is just something you saw once, and it was in a movie, jesus. This isn't a 120-minute life. You are not following a script. You can't cut to the next scene hoping for better lines over there. Let him stay on the editing room floor.

You should know better. And you do. You just don't want to believe it.