I've never considered smoking a joint,

but if ever I did, It'd be with these two studs. 

If you stare intently and appreciatively 
at the star lite night above you,

there is a chance, this slight possibility,

that the heavens will unfold before your eyes.

And I never want to forget:
the late night walks alongside my mum...

and the way she'd tell me tales about the greatness of God.

Of how He knows the name to every single star...

And I never want to forget
how at that moment

I longed for nothing more than to be one.

If I were a song,

I'd want to sound as pretty as this.

Here today, gone tomorrow

"Things disappear.

Sometimes things disappear as a result of an accident.

Sometimes neglect causes things to disappear.

Sometimes things are intentionally made to disappear...

but there's a chance most things don't disappear, they simply transform.

When things are transformed beyond recognition they are said to have disappeared."

So, he's in love with someone special in his many-the-miles away from here life.

I can live with that. I guess I have to.

Trois ans plus tard, 

I am still irrevocably obsessed with you.

Dearest N Y L O N, thou art my truest love.