You know when you break up with someone, and you start to forget what it felt like to love them? Every time you meet a new person, it feels like all fresh and even more intense than the last time, and you start to question “Oh, maybe I didn’t love them as much.” But, no, like that’s not fair to those people. You did—you did have something special with those people. And it’s the same with this. I don’t want to forget what it felt like, when I’m old, to be in my early twenties and walk in the sun through San Francisco to the Golden Gate Bridge just because I could. And—and it’s good. It’s good being here. I don’t want to forget that I was able to do that once.