There's a history here, and histories don't happen overnight. In Ancient Troy or whatever there's cities built on top of other cities, but I don't want another city, I like this city.

Because we're an us, I know what kind of mood your in when you wake up by which eyebrow is higher, and you know I'm a little quiet in the morning and compensate accordingly, that's a dance you perfect over time.

It'll never be gone.
You can’t make it go away, no one can.

I'm afraid. I'm afraid to be alone, I'm afraid not to be alone. I'm afraid of what I am, what I'm not, what I might become, what I might never become. I'm afraid to leave. And I'm just tired, you know, I'm just so tired of being afraid.

Every morning, I wake up and I fail. And I look around, and everybody seems to be pulling it off...but somehow I can't... no matter how hard I try. Somehow...l'll never be enough.

It’s a shocking moment for each of us. That moment we realize we are all alone in this world

Sadly, that’s just not the way life works. Not everyone gets a happy ending

We both know I can’t change.

I miss the little things, I miss everything about you.

We'd found the secret glue that held all things together. In a perfect place, where the noise did not intrude, our world was so very complete.