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For we are all walking each other to our deaths, and the journey between footsteps makes up our lives.

At first, that's who I was. I wanted to know more about this boy who lives among us, but who never truly speaks... But now I feel like finding out about him is one of the ways I found out about myself. I did not expect to love his words. I did no expect to find myself in the.

The earth reflects the sky and the sky meets the earth and, every now and then, if we're lucky, we have a moment to see how small we are.

Cassia.
I know which life is my real one now, no matter what happens. It’s the one with you. For some reason, knowing that even one person knows my story makes things different. Maybe it’s like the poem says. Maybe this is my way of not going gentle.
I love you. (Ky Markham)

I love.
The most reckless thing of all.

That’s how I know they are dreams. Because the simple and plain and everyday things are the ones that we can never have. (Cassia Reyes)

Love changes what is probable and makes unlikely things possible.

And I'll tell her that I don't want my life to be samples and scraps. A taste of everything but a meal of nothing.

Do not go gentle.

In the end you can't always choose what to keep. You can only choose how you let it go.

at first when the rain fell
from the sky so wide and deep
it smelled like sage, my favorite smell
I went up on the plateau to watch it come
to see the gifts it always brought
but this rain changed from blue to black
and left
nothing.

But if you were matched," I say softly, "What do you think she'd be like?"
"You," he says, almost before I've finished.
"You,

But loving let's you look, and look, and look again. You notice the back of a hand, the turn of a head, the way of a walk.

Who knows why that man planted those fields? Perhaps he knew we’d need the flowers for a cure. Maybe he just thought they were beautiful, like my mother did. But we do find answers in beauty, more often than not.

Now that I've found the way to fly, which direction should I go into the night?

I want to reach out and grab his hand and hold it to me, right over my heart, right where it aches the most. I don't know if doing that would heal me or make my heart break entirely, but either way this constant hungry waiting would be over.

Because in the end you can't always choose what to keep. You can only choose how to let it go.

It gets harder and steeper, but not impossible.

He's in pain. I am, too. It strikes me that perhaps this is part of what we are fighting to choose. Which pain we feel.

It strikes me that perhaps this is part of what we are fighting to choose. Which pain to feel.

And I do not know how I can feel this much pain and survive, and at the same time know how much I have to live.

I draw in a ragged breath, the kind you take when the pain is too deep to cry, when you can't cry because all you are is pain, and if you let some of it out, you might cease to exist.

The pain wants to eat me away. I wish I could have one without the other, but that's the problem with being alive. You don't usually get to choose the measure of suffering or the degree of joy you have.

Ever since the day of the mistake with my Match. I've never known which life is my true one. Even with the reassurances of the Offical that day in the greenspace, I think a part of me hasn't felt at peace. It was as though I saw for the first time that life could branch into different paths, take different directions.

Lightning. Once it has forked, hot-white, from sky to earth, there is no going back

Every minute you spend with someone gives them a part of your life and takes a part of theirs.

But I didn't see it. I believed him unchanging, a stone in all good senses of the word, solid, dependable, something and someone you could build upon. But he is as we all are: light as air, transient as wisps of cloud before the sun, beautiful and fleeting, and if I ever did truly have hold of him, that has ended now.

You cannot change your journey if you are unwilling to move at all.

Growing apart doesn't change the fact that for a long time we grew side by side; our roots will always be tangled. I'm glad for that.

The only chance of success is to trust in your own power.

She's right. We would compose poems about love and tell stories that have been heard in some form before. But it would be our first time feeling and telling.

Reaching and reached. Cassia

They both have in common their conviction that they are still learning, still growing, when in fact they have long ago lost that ability.

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