joi, 6 septembrie 2012

home is wherever i'm with you

We’re not going to do this. I can’t share. I can’t catch up with you. I can’t talk. Because if I did…I would fall apart, and I don’t have time to fall apart. It’s not that I’m not happy to see you; I am. But I wish that you would go home so that the choice to talk and fall apart would go away.