I heard you’re happy now.

I hope you don’t feel alone at night.

I know you’re scared of a lot of things.

But I also know you’re brave, in your own little ways.

I remembered that one time, it’s midnight and you’re sad.

You called me and told me everything.

I listened to you all night, you were crying.

And in a while you fell asleep.

We found strength in each other.

Can we go back to that?