Sitting here in the middle of beautiful summer big-city evening could be a torture by itself, unless you don't care.
I care. I want to. But you seem to block any possibility for me to show my true feelings and enjoy the time with you to the fullest. Too bitter, I know what does it mean, I used to act this way with others so many times. This time the cat catches her own tail.
Even can't cry. Don't want to. The nite is wonderful. It's the high time to disappear in its shadows. To become one of them.
See you tomorrow, dear...