I didn’t expect that. At all. I felt so comfortable. So comfortable with everything when it came to you. It all sprung out from roots. Roots that were consisted of a time when I fancied you. I became close. These roots tied me in. And eventually, when I got loose, I covered them up with dirt. But I know they’re still there. Because a rose can’t exist without em.

But I’ll tell you right now, I’d rather bring home that rose than just it’s roots.