And I was a fool. I was a fool to think that even for the slightest second, that someone as magnificent as you would actually fall in love with me. To think that someone who holds the universe within their eyes would actually need someone who can barely grasp the moon and the stars. You were my home, darling. You were my world. And now I am homeless, and I’m trying to learn how to create my own world. But I am homeless, and I am homesick.