I'm constantly toying with my mind, trying not to think of you.
Because I must not.

I'm on a quest now, and I can't stop for anyone, even though it does
feel right to stop with you. You who don't know me, you who I don't
know, and I'll be probably be idealizing during these months.

I'm not ready yet, first I need to come to terms with who I am.
And it's funny because you may think of me in much different terms, but
it's all happening in my head. You know, the distance and stuff.
The smell of your hair. A glimpse of your lips, or a half-drawn smile.
Sometimes I have flashbacks.

I'll be ready. That's why I'm here.