Double Scotch, neat please!

Distance again. When would you set me free, Distance? When would you end? Where are you leading me? I'm constantly walking you off with a painful knowledge that you won't end ever, if you ever, it'll be perhaps too late. She won't be the same. She won't grow old with me. She will join you, Distance, she will be distant.

Is this a pattern in my life? To seek out for love somewhere else? Am I longing not to belong to where I am? Or is this all a series of coincidents? Life is too short and I'm already half way through.

Huh! All the others are watching you honey. They are clapping and welcoming you to the BRBDS! Broken up Before Dating Society.