All the flowers that you planted...

There was this one guy, let's call you Sneaker. You made me feel normal, called me on my crap, and pulled me into your world. But only for a couple of months. You were broken when I found you. I thought I would be able to help you find all of your pieces, but it turns out you were looking for those pieces in everyone else.

You left me and town, but it was because you loved me, you told me. Fucker. I'm broken now thanks to many things, but wish you could help me glue the pieces back together. There's one piece missing and I think you have it.

So do I look for that piece elsewhere? I can live without it, but don't really want to. I guess I keep looking.