subject line: natural disaster. April 10, 2015 by Hannah Brencher columbus, ohio I missed him as soon as we first said hello. I knew then that he would never truly be mine. The chase continued, but why was I the only one doing the chasing? Sad thing is, he’s the kind of guy I would have given up plans for, moved out of town for, changed my ways for, and more. I loved him so deeply that it even tested my own logic, like a natural disaster. “Why can’t we be more? Why do you only want me late at night when you’re lonely?” No answer. Instead we blare the music loud and let the lyrics scream all the things that we can’t say to one another.