...some things are better left in the past. And true things are destined to repeat themselves.

It's taken me all this time, all this loss, to realize what really matters is now.

He was surrounded by love, and he used that power to create.

I love you madly.

His angry expression softens, and then he shoves my shoulder playfully. "Hey!" I push him back, to which he retaliates until I'm finally smiling. I love how we can do that--break through the misery to always find each other.