Make my wish come true...

I'm going to enjoy every second, and I'm going to know I'm enjoying it while I'm enjoying it. Most people don't live; they just race. They are trying to reach some goal far away on the horizon, and in the heat of the going they get so breathless and panting that they lose sight of the beautiful, tranquil country they are passing through; and then the first thing they know, they are old and worn out, and it doesn't make any difference whether they've reached the goal or not.

He doesn't want to forget these moments that constantly remind him of who he is, who he was, and who he is yet to be. He doesn't want to forget his past and all the things about this world that's brought him here. With you. So stop making up excuses. Stop hiding. Stop running from him. You're the light at the end of his tunnel, his saving grace. Admitting that made him think about how much everyone wanted to be free; how they went mad wanting their freedom; he began to wonder whether it was he that was mad because he was happy to be bound; whether he was alone in knowing that he could not live without the clamor of your voice besides him.