Just One Day.
In my world, there are things he will never know in his world. I could show him all the beautiful places where I have become who I am now, and where I have learned what it's like to love and be loved. It is hard explaining that to someone who never knew what it means to love. So many beautiful things I am dying to show him, and yet he will not step out of his broken, damaged and partly fake own world and stop smoking pot for a while to visit mine. Afterwards I would step into his world and try to repair it. We could create Our World.