Men always want to be remembered whereas women realize that requires being dead.
Every army has a beginning, no matter how humble.
Iโm as forgiving as the wall you hit at two hundred kilometers an hour.
Most people werenโt aware enough to fear the things that could really hurt them.
But it was like a dance across a field strewn with razors, and I bled with every step I took.
How can you miss someone whoโs right beside you?