the point is we don’t know anything about these czekchoslovakians. are they good czekchoslovakians, bad czekchoslovakians, we don’t know they are just random czekchoslovakians. for all we know they don’t have their passports
I can’t tell you much more than that. It wouldn’t be safe. For you or for us. I can tell you that we’re far away and that we’re all trying to avoid the law and do good in the world. Oh, and I guess I should tell you that Max and I did eventually tie the knot. Give my love to mom. Let her read this journal too. Then give it to Maria’s mom and after that take it and burn it out in the desert by the ruins of the pod chamber where my husband was born. So that’s the end. Our life in Roswell. What a long strange trip it’s been. Will we ever go back? I don’t know. Even I can’t see everything in the future. All I know is that I’m Liz Parker and I’m happy. [X]
And love is not the easy thing, the only baggage you can bring is all that you can’t leave behind
And if the darkness is to keep us apart. And if the daylight feels like it’s a long way off. And if your glass heart should crack. And for a second you turn back. Oh no, be strong, Walk on, Walk on, What you got, they can’t steal it, No they can’t even feel it
You’re packing a suitcase for a place none of us has been, A place that has to be believed to be seen. You could have flown away. A singing bird in an open cage who will only fly, only fly for freedom.
Home. Hard to know what it is if you never had one. Home. I can’t say where it is but I know I’m going home.That’s where the hurt is. And I know it aches and your heart it breaks and you can only take so much. Walk on. Leave it behind You’ve got to leave it behind