Let's not make this one about me, nor her. It's about us. Even though we're two persons, our hearts are beating in the same harbour; we're foreign ships drifted to the shore of loneliness. And now this, we actually found each other at this particular spot. This lonesome wasteland where lots of people go, but seldom stays at. But we did, way too long, and we got this. I'm amazed. I guess all of the nights spent alone left some space inside of me, spaces that can easily be filled. I could bare my thorax for her, cut it open and stuff in her heart next to mine: it wouldn't hurt a bit. I'm a lonely planet, she's an exploring astronaut. TWO HEARTS BEATING TOGETHER. All of this just makes me dizzy. I'm beginning to be a living metaphor, and maybe that's a good thing. Everything is relative and what's significant now is the fact that I'm actually living again. I'm increasing speed and she's not gonna slow me down, that I know for sure.