Two years past, and one year since. But it's the latter we celebrate, the former is whispered. It was Confusion and Cruelty. It was apologies, and betrayal. We're safe, now. I'm safe, and I feel so. In your arms, out of your arms, but they're never far away. TΓ‘ domhan ΓΊrnua againn, and we won't mess it up. We don't fear the future. We recall without worry. Now is harder, but we're saving it for later. There's so much to do and so much to not, and we've intertwined individuality. I can't see the border, but I don't really try.