I have a problem with time. I have 1 day left, 4 days- I don’t know if I want it to come sooner or to last longer.

I have a problem with distance because I can never be too close to you.

I have a problem with never getting enough of you. Here I am dreading the coming hours when I have to say goodbye to you.

I hate hello’s that lead to goodbyes.

Papa, I wish you could stay.