The friendship bracelets that Chase made me were solid, beautiful things. She poured her strength and her heart into them. The ring I’ve made my firebrand is ugly in comparison, but I poured myself into it, too. It isn’t perfect. It’s flawed, and she deserves so much better, but I made it for her. And it’s strong enough that it won’t break.
This metaphor just about kills me. I love…… everything
