Okay? Please listen to me now. Because what I wanted to tell you before, this is it. I'm imagining a day where I get up and I know that I will not see you because you're far away. Okay? I will not see you. No chance. Will not. And now, now I'm imagining a day when I get up, and I know that I might see you. Okay? Might. Could. Maybe. Of those two days, that's the day I want, that's the day I choose. And how can one step away from you ever be anything for me but a step in the wrong direction? How?