A year ago I would have said I would rather be in bed than in school. Nine months ago I would have said I would rather be quiet than make a fight. But yesterday was a starting point. And all the other days before that were flames that needed to ignite. Today there will only be you and me. Right now, I don't know what I feel, but I'll know when you come back here. One, five, ten years from now, what would we be?