You asked me before where I went. And I want to tell you. I went to a place where nothing’s right, where every word hurts, every moment’s backwards, every sky’s without color, without hope. I tried to come home, but I got lost.
And while I was gone, I met you. And I didn’t even have the courage to realize I was home. A wise friend of mine told me, “We all have our homes.” And now I know it’s true.