Warrior Blue

by Kelsey Kingsley

The ghosts here were a lot friendlier than the memories at home.

"Oh, I love when we start the session off with some sarcasm. I know it's gonna be a good day."

"Your words are your heart, and it's broken, but it's not ugly. You're not ugly."

“I don’t know my mailman at all, Blake, and I wish him a merry Christmas and a happy birthday, because every life, every day, should be celebrated. It’s all precious and sacred.”

“But that’s who you are,” she whispered, glancing at me. “You fight hard and love even harder, and that’s what I want. I want you.”

“I love you so much, I forget to breathe sometimes.”