When you're little it's so easy to love people, you're too low down to see their cracks. But we get older, we grow taller and all of a sudden we're face to face with the maps engraved into these people's skin, like braille. The cracks are full of secrets and unfulfilled wishes and old lovers and families, the cracks tell a story but you it's one that has to be told, you can't just read it right off their face. You can be the grout that fills the cracks, that takes away all the bad memories and makes all the wishes come true.