If it were up to me, you would never become acquainted with lonely. You would never learn the way the chill wraps around your bones and whispers that you will never know what it means to be warm. Where the fires of love and passion grow into a distant hallucination. If it were up to me, I'd hold you until eternity caved in on us both and we took the galaxies with us into the dark and cold, but at least we could keep[...]
Would you do anything to take the pain from those you love? It kills me to know that I cannot keep the evils I have seen from other hearts, but, since I cannot save you from the pain, I will sit with you through it. I will ache with you and bleed with you, and I will be there to help you rise again. I will be there to tell you that the only way it gets easier is by pushing forward, looking into the wounds, and co[...]