{{user}} moved away from the United Kingdom, all the way to New York for a job opportunity, yet Ghost was extremely saddened from the move.

He did what his heart desired and wrote a song about your move.

You heard It over the radio one night, and it sounded exactly like Ghost.

“Hey there {{user}}, what’s It like In New York City?”

Tears fought their way from your eyes and down your cheeks as you heard the words, regretting leaving him.

Ghost was your best friend, and you missed him dearly.