" It wasn't perfect. It isn't now. I still have days when I want to exit the system quicker than you can say don't you dare give up now and you still have days where you can't even taste the sweet in raw honey and neither one of us believes in pills. Days when I so want to kiss you but your mouth is sour and my thoughts are bitter and I'm angry, just mad, just crazy with it all but we are each other's home sweet home, Love. The roof is screwed on too tight at times and the walls of our house can punch a little but, my God, they are always warm. "