She was drawn to damaged souls like a moth to a flame.

Suddenly they were dancing, holding each other tight, moving in circles that symbolised their relationship, both afraid to let go, both willing the song to continue while silently their insides tore.

I need some space." "Because of my past?" "No, because of mine. When I'm around you I feel like I'm falling. I need to stop before I smash into the ground." "Are you always so honest?" "No. Mostly I'm a liar like you.

You drive me crazy!" "You were always crazy. I just highlight it.

After night comes day. After death comes life. Even at your darkest time look around because you are never really alone. You are loved.

She was drawn to damaged souls like a moth to a flame.

It's funny how the world works, how we win and lose, how we can never really know what's ahead though we never stop planning. How we survive and move on. There's a sadness that comes with survival, but also more joy to be had.