I blinked.

Don’t you want to have some little sex?

What if it had been another song?

I don’t want to.

What’s your name?

What was the last thing I remembered?

There’s only a very little left left.

Eyes are mirrors.

If you see this, please write to me… And if not, I’d really like to stop dreaming about it. Please.

I’ll need to take another look at it a couple of times.

What are you keeping on yelling at me for?