This is a test.

And late at nite I still think of her, wondering what would have happened if I never would've left her or who she has been with. I've gone too far now. It's too late now. She, in this very moment, is so close to me, but this physical distance that seperates us is no greater than the pain I caused her and no greater than the segregation of our souls. It might be over. It's over.

It's not that I was born here, it's just that I am here.