I don't remember your voice. I don't know if it has a low deep husk to it. All I remember is your face. But I haven't seen your eyes they've always been hidden behind your glasses. I've seen your smile. It's just how I remember. But all you've seen of me is pictures. All we know is physical. And all I hate is physical. I have to know who you are. You say you love me but I'm not the only one. I know what I need and you know what you want. The trouble there is they are two different things.