All Roads Lead Home

In a perfect world, our dreams would have kept us together. "You are my dream," he said to me... But in our world, dreams tore us apart. I ran away from that life. I threw us away... And my choice broke him. A message from beyond the grave would obliterate my world: "You chose wrong." These words would haunt me, telling me that everything I'd worked so hard for was wrong. I chose independence. "You chose wrong." I chose a career. "You chose wrong." And now, how do I keep running...when all roads are leading me HOME