You Always Kill The One You Love.

Someday You Will Die, And Until You Know That, You're Useless To Me.

The Bad News Is We Don't Have Any Control. The Good News Is We Can't Make Any Mistakes.

Because Nothing Is As Good As You Can Imagine It. No One Is As Beautiful As She Is In Your Head. Nothing Is As Exciting As Your Fantasy.

Or Maybe...just Maybe This Whole Process Is Our Training Wheels Towards Something Bigger. If We Can Reflect And Know Our Lives, We Might Stay Awake And Shape Our Futures.

Just Let Your Hand Drop; And Let Fate Decide For You.