In a thousand years, when I’ve all but forgotten how to love yet again, you’ll flit back into my heart, and I’ll weep, wondering what happened to my mad love.

You were never burdened with intelligence, but your load seems to be especially light these days.

YES! OH GOODNESS YES! I am a good dog… Fantastic stuff.

Not what will happen - what will you do. Your past is not yet lost. Your future is not yet fixed.

It’s been seven years since I left. It’s no paradise - but it’s home. And it’s worth saving.