I wanted other things. One day I'm here and then all of a sudden there's less of me and I wonder where that part went. Maybe it's living somewhere outside of me and I keep thinking maybe I'll get it back. Then I realised it's just gone...
I finished what you started. And you know better by now, than to think you can just give up like that. I'm not going to pretend like I understand, what it must feel like. Because I don't. You can burn all the bridges you want, and probably rightfully so, but know there is one bridge you will never tear down, not matter how much you try or have tried in the past...
I'm leaving again tomorrow and it's going to be quite some time before I come back. But no matter how far I go, I'm just an instant away. I don't buy the fact that you've given up, it's just easier to think that way. Do what you think you have to do, cry the tears that need to be cried, but always remember to believe, even when the sky is pitch black dark and there's but a fraction of you left. Because I still believe and I'll be damned before I lose you to the meadows...
He reaches out his hand, not in order to save her, but to be there when she realises that she doesn't really need to be saved. All she needs to do is believe...
