I just think about how saying that you love someone can make your heart feel like some sort of brownie sundae, warm, gooey, sweet and good.
What we do, our choices, that's what defines us
We all live with our losses. We don't want to, but we can
It's hard to save the world when you can't save yourself
I like a lot of things that aren't good for me.
It is love which made all this. War which protects it. With love comes responsibility and possibility, fear and hopes, quests and suffering.