If this is the last time, let me say it so you never forget. I will always love you, Deuce. No matter where souls go, mine will be looking for you, solnyshko moyo." "No. I want a promise instead. Promise you'll fight like you never have, so when the dying stops, you'll be on your feet looking for me here." "I swear.

I never belonged anywhere until I met you.

I don’t like anyone knowing anything about me that I didn’t choose to tell them.

I imagine the ones we’ve lost as ghosts who prowl about the edges of the light, waiting for us to join them. Sometimes that’s terrifying, and sometimes it’s reassuring, a promise of homecoming.

People grew lazy. They knew too many blessings, and so lost the ability to appreciate what they had

Sometimes broken things heal crooked. The pieces didn’t fit anymore.

I’ve lost so many people. Some I left on purpose and never looked back. Some were taken from me, and I never said good-bye.