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never make that mistake. Never think it just a book. It is an exceedingly rare and exceedingly ancient manuscript
Although I enjoy baiting this bear, I don’t enjoy his pain. Just his fire.
He asks little of me and gives much in return. I can’t imagine the world without him and don’t want to. Once, I almost destroyed it because I believed him gone forever.
What no one tells you is that when someone you love dies, you lose them twice. Once to death, the second time to acceptance, and you don’t walk that long, dark passage between the two alone. Grief takes every shuffling, unwilling step with you, offering a seductive bouquet of memories that can only blossom south of sanity. You can stay there, nose buried in the petals of the past. But you’re never really alive again. Spend enough time with ghosts, you become one.
Regret is poison that kills the soul.
