Here today, gone tomorrow. There is nothing colder than a winter confrontation where you ask more questions you don’t want to know the answer to, ending only in brash put-downs and suitcases angrily packed. The gall you possess for telling me how I feel; it’s not okay to pack the world into some cut and dry scenario. It’s not good to keep everything hidden and then rear up suddenly demanding answers. It’s paper thin walls and hearing you leave that soundtrack sleep, or lack thereof, tonight, and I’ll stand my ground no matter what you throw at me because whether you believe it or not, I did and do care.