Gah.

The chill is unnerving, but I guess that's how it is. I keep wondering what happened, it's not even a while into this and already the coldness is starting to set in.

Your words sound so mechanical, if not at all empty. And yet I, on the one hand, serve my phrases with a generous helping of sincerity. I try to shake it off, thinking that it may just be my paranoia... But your voice echoes a hollowness through the wire, and that cannot lie.

I guess it was only a temporary madness, then.. That spine-tingling inexplicable happiness is something I am so desperately trying to bring back. Alas, your aloofness blocks me.

I can feel the apathy you've been trying to hide. I can sense the distance you're trying to put between this. It hurts like hell, and yet I remain silent - hoping against hope that this rough patch will soon fade. Somehow, I don't think it will.

Familiarity does breed contempt, after all.