I said once you were my home (was it only weeks ago? it feels like lifetimes...), but I feel as if you've stolen the key (and not only to my heart) and I'm locked outdoors, watching you from windows wishing you'd PICK UP THAT DAMN PHONE. Why must I always be the one in the black cape, fighting wars with my mind and that pathway leading up to your door? Is this a fort or a seige? I just want to know who's winning, and when this battle ends. My defenses: down. All I've left to do is prepare for your open fire, if you even know what the word open means.