Alex Loved Books. He Was The One

For A Second, I Feel A Sense Of Overwhelming Grief: For How Things Change, For The Fact That We Can Never Go Back. I'm Not Certain Of Anything Anymore. I Don't Know What Will Happen--

Amazing How Hope Lives. Without Air Or Water, With Hardly Anything At All To Nurture It.

Something Must Die So That Others Can Live.

That's What Time Does: We Stand Stubbornly Like Rocks While It Flows All Around Us, Believing That We Are Immutable - And All The Time We're Being Carved, And Shaped, And Whittled Away.

I Vowed After That Day That I Would Be Your Hero Too, No Matter How Long It Took