- In 1987 you were in Chicago. At a concert, of all places, with that wench, Lexi. Come on, Stefan. Don’t look so surprised. Of course I checked in on you over the years. You were standing in the front row, dancing all night. You were watching Bon Jovi, and I was watching you.
- Who were you running from?
- I love you.
In the end, when you l o s e somebody, every candle, every prayer is not going to make up for the fact that the only thing that you have left, is a h o l e in your life where that somebody that you care about used to be.
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before.