He speaks to me. He encourages, inspires, flatters, embarrasses, and mostly just converses with me through these speakers.
All we’ve known is distance. We’re close and then we run. Kiss away the difference. I know you hate this one.
This is all too true for me and you. This distance is infinite and sometimes I wonder how much longer this bond will stay strong, straining against these parallel roads. Straining against this bet against your future.