We find heroes, not on battlefields, but in hospitals that tend the injured. Sometimes I think it’s easier to fight than it is to heal.

Yet sometimes being a friend meant letting people do things that hurt, like putting distance between you, just because it made them happy.

With a polite smile, I decided she was insane.

Brown bird welcomes white wave. Wander no more, dear traveler.

While sight may deceive you, touch rarely does.

For I need this scar over my heart to remind me. Crazy as it sounds, if I can bear the wound on my body, it lessens what I must carry on my soul. How he knew that about me, I cannot fathom.

We stood back-to-back, blocking and striking in harmony; sometimes it felt like his arms and legs were an extension of me. I could count on him to keep them off me from behind.