I'm sorry,Lena

“Behind us the door creaks open, and I turn around, expecting Raven, just as a v…”

“¿Cómo la amé?Déjame contar las maneras.Las pecas en su nariz, como la sombra de…”

“...the reason you can never go home again isn't necessarily that places change,…”

“Don't you get it? You can't tell me what to feel.”