It is not length of life, but depth of life

I see the way Adam looks at Mara, and the way he speaks highly of her when she's not around; that's not us. Standing at the airport I see couples all around me in love, I mean visibly in love; that's not us either. Sitting across the table from you on the verge of tears because what my heart and head are telling me are two different things: you text everyone else, write about everyone else, try for anything else but me; that's us. Staring at the windshield with nothing left to talk about, where once endless words and thoughts flowed now only bitter resentment remains; and as you turn the volume knob up, our chances of survival go down.