The things I forgot while living out here, far away from home:
- There are people who love me unconditionally, who don't seem to care that I have and have always had bipolar disorder.
- I know how to hug and I, as a matter of fact, love hugs
- Time passes, but what matters endures.
I don't have too many words yet, because I am very tired still from the journey.
I love you all.
