It's amazing. I can read so many people. But you were always a mystery to me. I could look into your eyes and see for miles and miles, but never really going anywhere at all. Only as far as you'd let me. And that was never more than a step forward in your mind, but two steps back in mine.

But now, you have me questioning whether it was ever really you, at all, who made these walls that separate us from each other. You have such a talent for tearing things down, though, I suppose these walls seem so trivial in your eyes. I must seem so trivial in your eyes.