I Love You. Remember. And Someday, I

Everytime He Brushes Me With His Fingers, Time Seems To Tether For A Second, Like It Is In Danger Of Dissolving. The Whole World Is Dissolving, I Decide, Except For Us. Us.

Perfection Is A Promise, And A Reassurance That We Are Not Wrong.

That's What It Was Like Waking Up In The Crypts. No-longer-dead. But Without Her. Like Burning Alive.

Fred Is Officially The Mayor Of Portland Now.

And I Guess That's When It Starts To Hit Me: The Whole Point Is, You Do What You Can.