From the earliest thoughts in my head and onward since, wanderlust has been my pillow and adventure my lover. I was never false to you about this, so when I left, you knew why.
That was long ago now, I was not mistaken about how valuable my various footloose Jour use would be to me – NO – what I was about the pain and loneliness of being without YOU. Past the crumbling castles of captured kings, the rotting ruins of ransacked rebels, and the last bastions of languid lords I have wandered, always stirring to learn, and always doing my best to turn a deaf ear to my wristwatch as it ticked in time with my heart as it beat only for you; but here on the outskirts of Prague, I realize I can do this no more. My steps have become too heavy, my list of regrets too steep and tall to climb. All these forsaken towers of stone and palaces of brick have taught me something. They’ve taught me that nothing on this earth really lasts except THE MERIT OF YOUR ATTENTION. My intention now is simple: to find you, to capture your heart, and build a fortress around it.