Why a sigh when I can see you?
Why an impulse when I can go....
In the middle of the conversation, my friend says to accompany her to the snowfall, to the skating rink, to meet Harold, one of Steven's cousins, the one I don't even want to see, but she begs me and ends up convincing me.
I'll see if you're okay with the abrupt rejection I gave you.
I want to see you have the syllable of poetry on your lips, the initial though it may be, it will reassure me that you will live with many more words of love for others, and you will be happy.
"Though I don't care in the least." I will only corroborate if your mood sings.