I miss you. It's been about 3 and a half weeks since you left. You left without saying a word. You only left 2 things with me. The faintest scent of that perfume you sprayed on your neck, that I could identify as readily as the smell of rain, and the aching void of your memory. I know we had something. I know it. We were singing songs of our love for eachother. We were intertwined in body and soul. But I guess I should have known... I guess it was long-distance, thousands of miles between us, but every time we called, it felt as if you were laying in my bed beside me. I loved you. I know you're ignoring me, but why? Please, tell me. What did I do? Did I say something wrong? What did I do that made you go away? I still play our songs, but not as quickly now. Not as energetically now. I play them slower. I play them softer. They're just a distant memory now.