There's a roller coaster of emotion. There is anger, and there's happiness, and there's sadness, and there's confusion. Above all, I'm confused.

We're taught to be ashamed of confusion, anger, fear and sadness, and to me they're of equal value to happiness, excitement and inspiration.

I kissed you and I tasted anger, I tasted sadness, I tasted fear, yet I still felt happiness lingering in the corner of your lips.

You really can't make sense of it. We're really in the dark about so much. It's like for a month and a half there was this story and now that chapter has closed and a new one is opening. There's a whole chapter ready to be told. We have to wait for the answers, we really do.

We're really happy. We really want her to come back home and we want her to know that we're here for her when she's ready.

We're hoping that it was something just small, and she needed to take a break. When she's finished, we're here waiting.