But we all make mistakes. It’s how we fix them that makes us who we are.

How am I supposed to move forward in life when everything important to me is motionless?

I take my time because I love how it feels to carry her, the way she needs me, the way I need to protect her.

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.

He tastes like mint and need, as he overpowers me with his tongue.

I just don’t see the point of talking unless there’s something to say.

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