Four Days, Four Hours, Four Minutes, or Four Seconds not seeing you is unbearable, seeing you hurt is making my eyes sob. How can I make you happy if won't let me try, how can I be with you if you keep on ignoring me. I'm a true friend why are doing this to me why?

The moment we indulge our affections, the earth is metamorphosed, there is no winter and no night; all tragedies, all ennui s, vanish, all duties even.

Ralph Waldo Emerson