After people have gone, you forget their faults, and you recall the ideal more than the person.

Not just when its easy. All the time.

I know just how he feels that it’s come to this. Sometimes, love isn’t enough, even when it’s all you have.

Through the damp fabric of my coverall, bundled in my blanket, I feel naked. Raw. He sees more than I want, more than I can bear. It’s like standing before him ... while he stares at my scars, pitiless and unmoved.

Sometimes you find your heroes in the unlikeliest places.

Time is fluid, so the moments where everything feels perfect pass in a wink, and those where you're on your knees in despair drag on like the death of a thousand cuts.

You could miss someone, but it did no good to fixate on loss. I wished I had the ready words of a Breeder or the ability to comfort with a soft touch. I didn't. Instead I had daggers and determination. That would have to do.