Teach and Travel with Colin

I can no more hear Love's Voice. No more moves The mouth of her. Birds No more sing. Words I speak return lonely. Flowers I pick turn ghostly. Fire that I burn glows Pale. No more blows The wind. Time tells No more truth. Bells Ring no more in me. I am all alone singly. Lonely rests my head. —— O my God! I am dead.

I just want you to know that I have been waiting for you to remember me day after day, night after night since our sixth monthsary. Are we going to live the joke that the reason why couples celebrate monthsaries is because some relationships can never last a single year? Is this how you envisioned our relationship to be the moment you asked me out on the last day of your visit?  In my case, I think otherwise. I have been planning my future with you since you headed back to your home after that awkwardly silent taxi ride to the airport. Where are you now?