In the past, I always got everything I could have ever wanted, but nothing that I truly needed.
I've experienced a lot of things in my twenty-five years, everything except the one thing I want. It's the one thing that can't be bought. It can't even be taken, it has to be given. And nobody has ever given it to me, not really anyway.
I lost myself in more ways than I can count.
The ironic thing is that I didn't realize how lost I was until he found me.
And now that he has, I have to wonder if he'll stay around long enough to catch me.