And now I walk these streets like a stranger in my hometown. Learn the language, form the words when I speak. But he changed me, i'm his ghost since he came around. &now, I count the hours and the days in the weeks... Passion and silence, every word, every line. A measure. It's the science of the soul. &His books, they breathe a reason and now I want to know...You, with your new born eyes, have you ever loved a man like I love him? Do you hurt but still feel alive, like never before? ♥