What a tangle love is.

The love of every single one of my lives.

Home. That wonderful place I was lucky enough to revisit no matter how short a time finally realizing it's not relegated to just one single place its wherever you make it.

I mean, I'm with him, and he's with me, and that's the way it's meant to eternally be.

Only love heals. Anger, guilt, and fear can only destroy and separate you from your true capabilities.

I scream at the top of my lungs for the longest time. And I know I should stop, but I can't. It just keeps coming out. But I don't cry. I won't let myself cry.