(To/Two/Too) Different People:

I simply cannot wait until the day that we look deep into each others' eyes, our hearts pounding, and your sweet lips open to say those three little magical words... "Too many pants."

It wasn't you, it's me. Except for those things you did to me that fairly well sucked. Then it was you.

The reason I haven't forgiven you might be that there was never anything to forgive you for, originally. Maybe I could tell you that if we were talking. If nothing else has changed, get well soon.

We never told you how wrong you were. I guess the "better person" is just the one who's sick of idiocy-induced headaches.

Where have you gone?
Were you ever there?

Did you ever find him again? I hope so. That might seem odd but I really do. Or maybe you've just found another song.

It was all good when it was all funny. But I've failed at that since around the second paragraph. One take is good enough, print it!

There are distances worse than those that span the globe. Tennessee became further away than Japan.

My fault, my bad. Though some of the blame is to be shared with the creators of interactive toys. Necessity hell, that wasn't what was wanted.

When confronted with two doors, I tended to pick the wrong one. This is probably because they were both the wrong door.

Thank you for everything. I may not have seemed appreciative, but it was exactly what I needed, when it was needed.

There but for the grace of god, or perhaps my possesion of decisive initiative akin to that of Hamlet, go I. I've never gone off to find myself, but if things had went my way, my self would assuredly have been lost.