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I’m a hopeless romantic. Always have been. I believe in, well, love. In its purest form—in the most intimate and selfless light it’s meant to be in. And dying young, protecting the two people I cherish more than my aching soul can bear, is an act of love I would do over for eternity if I had to.
Ghosts are sadness and regret. Our hearts bleed as much as the living.
Hurt people tend to hurt people.
He is a ballad of phantoms… and, perhaps, one of hope.
“Who says death is the end of us? We’re here for a reason, are we not? You are still as much alive in spirit as you ever were.”
“Of course, it hurts… I think it always will. But most things that wound your heart like this are worth it. It only hurts because of how precious we hold them. I’m never alone, not really, because I know they will carry the weight of me with them forever.”
Godless men don’t pray, not even for their sons.
I cannot take breath without you eroding my sanity.”
You’ve haunted me from the day I laid eyes on you.”
Please. I won’t beg for anything, but I will for you.”
“When our voices die, I’ll trace my fingers across your skin and tell you stories with my touch.”
“I’ll love you until the stars die. I’d follow you into the darkest night,”
