Some things are better left buried and forgotten.

But maybe you carried your demons with you everywhere, the way you carried your shadow.

Hope keeps you alive.

I will make a pact with you: I will do it if you will do it, always and forever. Take down the walls.

This is the world we live in, a world of safety and happiness and order, a world without love. A world where children crack their heads on stone fireplaces and nearly gnaw off their tongues and the parents are concerned. Not heartbroken, frantic, desperate. Concerned, as they are when you fail mathematics, as they are when they are late to pay their taxes.

The mark of the procedure. A real one. Lu is cured.

And when it started to get dark you pointed to the sky, and told me there was a star for every thing you loved about me.