Chaos within destiny. It was the definition of our love.
His entire presence was like gravity, impossible to forget, possible to believe in, a theory merged into a law.
I found him between a reality and a nightmare.
War?' The word held too much definition for three letters.
The closer he was the less confident I was.
He was acting like our kiss had broken him, and his reaction was breaking me.
His hands fell to my hips, and his fingers dug through my rain-drenched clothes.
He's been through so much and to watch that boy suffer makes me wish this world wasn't so cruel.
I knew why love was always described with eternity. A single minute stretched out for lifetimes.
We were together even when we were apart.
Remember how far you’ve come, and you won’t have to rely on a destiny for your future. It will come on your own.
I remembered every moment between us, and every moment felt more precious as time passed.
Tomorrow can take me,” he said. “I don’t need today anyway.
Watching them was like watching the sunset and the sunrise, equally beautiful in different ways.
Our love was a river, always changing under the mercy of nature’s elements, but we continued to flow, even when we trickled.
I was born into chaos. I didn’t know what peace felt like.
Those are the bad guys, right?”
“Depends on who wins, I guess.