We’re so helpless. We’re slaves to our impulses. We’re afraid of our emotions.
No one knows where the shore is… we’re divided by the ocean, and the only thing I know is: the answer isn’t for us. No, the answer isn’t for us.

“I’m sorry”, two words I always think after you’re gone, when I realize I was acting all wrong. We don’t need to say “goodbye”. We don’t need to fight, and cry. Oh, we… we could hold each other tight, tonight.

— Feist, “So Sorry”

(… and God damn it, Duy- don’t ever let me go.)