SEALICIOUS,

I think I might be turning into a crazy bipolar chic, I offically went into Google,and looked up a tool to meausure the distance between our cities. Two thousand six hundred fourty-seven kilometers from you,your smile and your voice. But I know (and this might be kind of a cliché) that the distance is smaller,or maybe even bigger. Today you made the first tear-because-of-a-guy,fall down my cheeks,and into my mouth.It tasted like the sea,there is no sea in Madrid,just there,where you live,and instead of hating my self because I was crying for you,the tears went down and down,and every tear I felt closer as If I was taking small drops from your sea,and I was putting them in my face.Somehow,I was just hoping you realised I had taken them. 2647KM.