If we don't fight, we've already lost. Without hope, without trying, there's no point.

Having something to fight for will make us stronger than anything they can throw at us.

We're fighting for a dream, for a life unlike anything we've ever known.

If we can learn to love one another and lift each other up, then we will not fall, no matter the assault the enemy might bring.

My whole body sank forward into his arms. His lips moved against mine, exploring my mouth so gently. I tried to mimic his movements--slowly, uncertainly, until I didn't have to think about it at all. It just felt right. He let out a soft moan at my reaction and cupped his hands behind my head, pulling me closer until I couldn't tell where my mouth ended and his began. A liquid sensation swooped throughout my stomach. It was the most amazing thing I'd ever felt and it kept growing, the vibrating heat expanding outward. I was surprised I was still able to stand.

There was something else I couldn't quite define--something that made me uneasy. We were a wrong fit, like unmatching puzzle pieces.