here.

I can't help but think, these might be our best days. Something to fight for. We own nothing but ourselves. We are stupid, and thus we love too much, maybe. Try too hard at the expense of time. The value of seconds is hidden from us. It makes us turn against the clocks, turn towards us, each other.

I can't help but think that. Because you're here. And because I cannot believe that days exist when you are not.