It's over. Absolutely, completely, eternally over

Each soul, each person, has to find their own way - learn their own lessons ... It's all those rough bits that make us stronger.

Six hundred years is an awfully long time, Ever. So long it's impossible for either of us to imagine. Though it is more than enough time to rack up a few dirty skeletons for the old metaphorical closet, right?

Soundlessly whispering into the void, my lips moving quickly, silently, without ceasing. Calling his name, calling him to me. Even though there's no use. Even though it's futile. Even though it's way past too late.

Fear separates--makes us feel alone--disconnected--while love--love does just the opposite--it unites. {shadowland}

You can’t change the past, it just is

Trust works both ways