I should have been doing my philosophy essay, but I ended watching Carrie and Mr. Big videos. We’re so similar to them. You’re so similar to Big. Cold and at once so warm and tender; distant, yet so close to me. I’m so similar to Carrie. Totally and completely in love with you. I fell for you, as I’ve never fallen before. We complement each other so perfectly, we’re one. Big took Carrie in his strong arms. I can feel you close to me, your heart beating against mine. I can feel your hands running through my skin. I need you. And there they were, Carrie looking out her window, watching Big leaving to Paris. There we were, me looking out my window, watching you leave. The look in their eyes, I can still remember the sad look you gave me before leaving. I miss you. They’re dancing Moon River, really close to each other; and I can see us dancing jazz in your room. I can smell your cologne. I wish you were here.