I was draking when I wrote this

I don't know why you didn't let me come visit you. I can't fathom why you never let me in - into the part of your world that I thought to be a daring mystery; into your world so I could know you like I wished to, and be so close to you that the distance between us was just a myth. And none of us would care to prove its validity, 'cause you wanted me and I wanted you, and that's all that mattered. But now nothing matters: except that I miss you so much I wish you had let me come... so I'd have more memories to cry over; more time with you to mourn over. But all I can cry about now is that we're so over.