Haste breeds error; error breeds woe.
Her idea of who's worth what ain't mine.
I survive. I survived it all then and I'll survive the rest of it. Without your help.
When you give death, you give of your own life - every time.
Some nights, one wants to tell beloveds everything that's been waiting to be said. Some nights, a man needs flesh and blood and warm breath and a loving heart.
The universe forgives those who give until their hearts are aching and their spirits weak, and finds a way to renew all strength and cure all ills, in this world or the next, if a soul can just have faith.