Honey, I believed you when you said you'd live with me under any old tree, and that you didn't care as long as we were together. Our situation didn't matter. Honey, you know, I believed you. Honey, I believed you when you said the money wasn't important as long as we were together and how you'd support me on our little place and keep me safe. Honey, I believed you. Honey, I believed you when you said that you had seen the broken road, had traveled its crooked path just to get to me. That it was meant to be. Honey, I believed you. Some of us just weren't meant to be loved. Honey, believe me. I know that now. I considered writing a memoir--a book about my life journeys and about myself. And then I realized that my story does not need to be told. And it's all because of you, Honey, and because I believed in you.