And here he is again, yet things feel like they'll never be as easy between us as they once were.

Like driving along a bumpy road and losing control of the steering wheel, tossing you—just a tad—off the road. The wheels kick up some dirt, but you're able to pull it back. Yet no matter how hard you try to drive straight, something keeps jerking you to the side. You have so little control over anything anymore. And at some point, the struggle becomes too much—too tiring—and you consider letting go. Allowing tragedy... or whatever... to happen.

A flood of emotions rushes into me. Pain and anger. Sadness and pity. But most surprising of all, hope.

Watching those guys pummel each other so no one would suspect them of being weak was too much for me. Their reputations were more important than their faces.

How can you call it love when it hurt you so badly?" "It was love because it was worth it.

and i walked for hours the mist growing thick and whole the thought of disappaering like that, so simply, made me so happy

How in the world was I alone? Because I wanted to be. That's all I can say. It's all that makes sense to me.