I'm an emotional person. I feel things very strongly and I think a lot, I overanalyse and I have all these thoughts buzzing around in my head; I call them my thought flies. You see, I don't kill flies that come into my home unannounced, but I sometimes try to catch them and set them free because they can be very loud and overwhelming. But then they find a mirror. You know when that happens, a fly finds a mirror and suddenly it's quiet for hours on end, and to me you are that mirror. When I'm with you the buzzing quiets down and I'm right there in that exact moment, which is something that never happens to me, I'm always stuck in the past or the distant future, but you make me present. And so I guess I miss that, together with all the other things, that night and those hours, your hands and your voice; I miss the quietude, because the flies won't shut the hell up and I don't know how long I can take it.