Up in the distance the whistle of the wind sang to her from the mountain. From Lucian’s mountain. It beckoned and taunted and she wanted to run towards it. To be enveloped in its coat of fleece and to hear its safe sounds.

So why would I want someone to be my everything when one day they might not be around?" Jellicoe Road

She was the most beautiful woman in the world. If she was alive I'd probably be a better person.

I love it when you're demented like this.

Promise me you'll never stop dreaming.

You don't die. You just... get really angry and then after you're angry you hurt a lot and then the best thing is that one day you remember something she said or did and you laugh instead of crying.

Because photos are testimony that someone did live. A reminder of past we may have loved or hated. A piece of our lives.