We met last week, and it was the best night of my entire life.
It’s been seven days, and I haven’t heard from you. (I’m sure you’re busy; I have been, too. Really.)
Oh, there you are!! What are you doing on the side of a mountain?
Mick? Thank goodness. I’ve been looking everywhere for you.
We need to talk.
Hello? I’m speaking to you. Wait, where are you going? WAIT.
Wait…oh my God! Wait!!
Don’t do it!!!! MICK!!
Fly away, my angel.
I guess it’s true what they say…
If you really love something, you have to set it free. Goodbye, sweet Mick.