But sometimes stuff happens and we find ourselves lost, and suddenly we're standing in a place we don't recognize and can't remember walking-or falling-there, and we're unsure how to get back or if we even want to.

And I don't want you to be anywhere but here

No, but I've never been one for wise ideas," he says. "I believe in irrational, fleeting decisions that keep life interesting. And life needs to be interesting because we've got only one of them to live.

I can handle scars, especially one's on the outside.

I look into his eyes, no longer afraid what's in them, but afriad I'll lose what they carry.

Like a feather in a dust storm, with no direction The Raven flies through life, helpless and omitted Until night declares and the wind expires. Then it flies to the land of stones and etchings And becomes an Ember, breaking away

In the existence of our lives, there is a single coincidence that brings us together and for a moment, our hearts beat as one.