I walk behind you in dreams. I follow you to the ends of the Earth. We hop on a train and we leave and we never come back. Not for anybody. I think of you as a kind of light. I’d follow you to the moon, and live there with you, and die there with you. I call you my best friend — but you are so much more than that. You are the most interesting person I’ve ever met. Your voice sounds like the ocean I’ve heard in shells. I close my eyes and it’s like I’m almost next to you again. Except I’m not. You are the good people search their entire lives looking for. You are the good that people die for. There are entire countries that could live off your heart. There’s so much in it. It could power entire cities, entire countries. I had a dream we were walking down a street with so many lights hung up, my eyes were starting to burn. But you were still the brightest.