Off-Topic
In some ways, you were very much like me. Your feigned heartlessness, slightly different in tone and perhaps better wrought than mine, still rings very familiar. I can still lose landscapes in your eyes, and the stutterstep of pushpull to my feelings towards you linger still in my memory. The ones that perhaps did not want me at all torment me as much if not more than those that did. Resolution is more of a struggle in a couples dance danced alone. I could still lose landscapes in your eyes. Clear, clean green, like tropical waters turned cold.
What picture could I attach to this but a picture of you? But, really, that simply wouldn't do.