I would fly to the moon to fix this
I wrote you a heartfelt letter. I made promises. I would drop what I'm doing and fly back to your country in a heartbeat. And you are unmoved. You loved me so much-- and I took you for granted. When you held on long distance for almost a year I took it for a fact of the universe that you were mine and I built my whole emotional psychology on top of that. Now I spend time praying-- on my knees-- and sending out signals to the universe-- asking for you to give me a second chance. The notion that you are with someone else pierces my heart.