Us being together was hard in the direct of sense because I didn’t know how to ask questions, to verify all the projections I was receiving from our direct spiritual contact.
When you were in my head, and I could feel your heart beats, when I knew whether you were awake or asleep just in the way that I did and there was no way to explain it, I was always baffled for why it was happening.
I hate the questions I gather and drive myself insane with ponderings.
I know that now it is only about the past, and nevermore about the future.
And tears don’t mean a thing anymore.