I miss you slightly less than what people know, but slightly more than what you think.
Is it how it feels to be heartbroken, or is it just the distance?
I knew a girl who smelled like vanilla and ginger
She told me that she was going to be a doctor
and I remembered her in her red coat
and the snow and the band she enjoyed
I knew a girl who lived in Bergen
The picture in the postcard she sent
was taken by her grandfather
Maybe someday, I shall visit her
(Inspired by Cristina Nordang)