I dreamed about her.
I was narratating the dream, a voice over the pictures, as the world went by through a window.
"My favorite place isn't even a place. It's a person. Where she is is home."
Then, it was somewhere else, my backyard, and I was saying "It's lovely here, there's water to jump in and trees to climb and grass to lie in, but there's no you."
She wasn't even in it, not completely, but it made my dreams wonderful.
i won't let you say goodbye, and i'll be your reason why.
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