Without lifting the pencilYou know, I'd follow you, lost and free, just to see you smile again. I'd give you everything, though everything is nothing if it's not enough for you.I don't know why you're upset right now. I suppose I'm not dark and passionate enough to uderstand. Though I'd love to understand ou and read your lips by softly pressing them against mine...Who am I kidding. I don't even know you. And yet I do. Time shouldn't define a connection, words should. Both spoken and unspoken, read and concealed. I guess we're both aware we've possibly shared enough words to last a small eternity. But again, if a small eternity isn't long enough for you, I'll try