When it all comes down to it, it’s just me and her against the world. Always has been.

I realize that even through the hard times I’m sure we’ll face, I’ll never be able to walk away from her. -Micha

I search my brain for the truth. “I want it more than anything, just as long as you promise me one thing.” “And what’s that?” “That if at any time it gets to be too much for you, you’ll leave me—walk away and get out.” “That will never happen,” he guarantees me. “You need to give me some credit. You left me, ripped out my heart, and then came back acting like a robot, and you know what? We made it through. You and I, good or bad, belong together. We make each other whole.

The cemetery is my sense of comfort, my sanctuary in a world of darkness, the one piece of light that i have in my life.

He knows what I'm about to say--he always does. He is my best friend, my soul mate. In a perfect world, full of roses and sunshine we'd be together, but this is full of broken.

When he inches into me, I feel the pain, but I also feel the invisible chains around my wrists break and shatter.

The first time I'd ever felt happy-and I mean ever-was when I'd been lying in my bed, staring out my window, watching the stars shine harmoniosly with one another.