So, I wrote this. It doesn’t have to do with you directly—I mean, it’s not about you. But, it is inspired by you. By how much I miss you. Because I know you’re there, but I feel your absence, if that makes any sense.

And because of that damn Ricky Martin song. Because I listened to it while I was walking. And I was thinking of you. And it hurt. Your absence hurt. And I thought about what I would do without you. And the love I have for you, bordering on obsession.

I’ve been watching videos about space discoveries. About the universe and its laws. And about whether we can go to Mars. And when I heard the song, I had this idea about a guy who travels back in time just to see his lost love. And how that obsessive love would make him do crazy things. I tied it all together with the ideas I’d seen in the videos.

I got home from the street, still listening to the song, and I sat down to write like a madman. And it’s not about you. But it’s a love letter to you. Because I love you the way that guy loves his girl. Like that—the kind of way that feels like forever. Like that—in that obsessive way.