It must be somewhere here. I flipped through the pages, watching the words blur. No, not here. Emptied the drawers and the closet. Looked under the bed and in the bed of strangers. Turned my world inside out and emptied it into a backpack and a pair of shoes. I won’t find it here. I faded in those abandoned eyes into a world where it lay hidden. Wake up and search, followed the road into a blind alley. It’s not here. Beyond the mountains in the land whose tongue is alien to my ears, I listen for it. It’s not here. Weary, hungry, and beaten my mind asks my restless heart - what do you seek? What was it that I had in the cradle and will only find in my grave? I no longer know.
I've never done this before. Neither have I. I think it's too early. I'm not sure if I'm ready. I'm scared. I feel funny. Is it supposed to be like this? I always thought it would be different. Not with you. Never with you. I can do without this. Oh, I don't need this either. What about tomorrow? Yeah, today won't be the same after this. We won't be the same after this. There's no turning back. It feels right though. I feel fine. Alright, I'll do it. I'll do it. I love you. I love you.