I don't know that I could have responded any differently.

I don't know that I could have held you any differently.

You were your own kind of manic, but it was so beautiful.

And I don't know if you ever fully understood this, but I hate to change people.

Even from their vices.

There's something so freeing and unrestrained about beholding someone just as they are.

And I couldn't believe how all the things that made you could be contained in one person.

To tear down those things would be to tear down what I'd been looking for.

But I guess, in the end, there's a difference between the caterpillar and the butterfly.

Hear me say though, babe, you have wings you don't think you have.

And the metamorphosis is the most rewarding journey into darkness of them all.