At the end of the day it's about how much you can bear, how much you can endure. Being together, we harm nobody; being apart, we extinguish ourselves.

The words fire from my mouth like bullets, ricocheting off the walls before I can even register what I'm saying.

The sight of such aching beauty would infuse his soul with pain.

Out of the millions and millions of people that inhabit this planet, he is one of the tiny few I can never have.

Lochie. The boy I once loved. The boy I still love. The boy I will continue to love, even when my part in this world is over too.

And I know how he feels–it’s so good it hurts.

At what point do you give up - decide enough is enough? There is only one answer really. Never.