I don't know much about Bulgaria,
Only Quidditch and Viktor Krum
And that the captial is Sofia.
Three hours spent together every week
Yet I don't know you.
You don't know me.
All I know is that you smell like
Cough drops and cigarettes
You're left handed
And your handwriting is worse than mine.
Yesterday, you told me you were cold
And you shut the window.
We've never had a real conversation
Only discussions about totalitarian regimes.
