2007

Remember that time you ran away? You dissapeared to Nicole's house for a bit, then realized, may be, that that wasn't where you belonged. So you crept back into our house through the window, and peacefully went to sleep on the couch which soon became my haven – in the basement which soon became my dungeon. Happily dozing off to the sound of our mother crying to the police about your whereabouts. I hope that, one day, you come back to me like you did on that dark, lovely night.