Icon and Inferno

I don’t love you,’ he murmured. ‘I don’t love you, too’ she whispered back.

But perhaps there was beauty in not knowing. Maybe that was its own form of love, the faith of coming together even when you couldn’t see the path in front of you, when you had no idea whether joy or heartbreak would await you further down the road of life, when you had nothing but a guiding light in the distance to yearn for.

Grief is love. It's the price we pay for the gift of someone meaningful in our lives.

Have you ever missed a person even while they're still next to you? Like you're waiting for their absence someday, so you try desperately to hang on to the moment, so much that you can barely exist in the present with them?

I don't understand how you can live with an open heart. Everyone hurts you. Why don't you protect yourself better? Put up walls? "What if the thing your heart needs most is right on the side of that wall? I know it's dangerous to expose yourself to everything the world wants to throw at it, to everyone who wants to take something for themselves. But I still leave it open, just in case something beautiful comes in.

That's what I'm afraid of, Winter. I don't know how to follow you.' 'Then don't,' he replied. She searched his gaze. 'What?" He moved closer to her, until she could feel the warmth radiating from him. His body brushed against hers. 'I'll come to you.

Maybe love was not knowing and going ahead anyway.

Here's a promise I can give to you. I promise that, when you need me, you can always find me. If you find yourself feeling alone, I promise I'll come to you. And someday, in some future, when I'm no longer wanted on a stage, and when you no longer want to be a secret agent...let's say that, if you aren't trying to find someone else. I promise I'm yours." "It's a promise

Then maybe, instead of needing to see her, you need to figure out why it is that she matters to you. Maybe you need to see what it is that she brings out of you, to make you so whole.

Sometimes you didn't have to let people back into your life, to absorb all the cruelty in the world. Sometimes you didn't have to open your heart. Sometimes it was okay to just let them go.

Let me stay." "Keep me in your songs.

I told myself it was my fault. My fault, for opening my heart like that. And so after then, I closed it tight. It made me stronger, you know?" "I know." "Close your heart, and no one can tell you you're worthless.

I didn't know about you. I just knew that about me. And I guess I felt like knowing you made me face those thoughts. You are my meditation, you know?

Still, he let himself feel her absence. He let himself feel the absence of his brother. And he let himself feel that familiar suffocation, the feeling of wanting to talk to someone, to let out some of the emotions bottling up in his chest.

Loyalty to a secret.

You’re scheduled to headline the Warcross Championship opening ceremony in Singapore

How strange an emotion love was, how powerful it must be to fuel kindness and hatred and empathy and revenge and grief, all at once.

What if protecting yourself kills you in the end?' he said. 'What if the thing your heart needs most is right on the other side of that wall? I know it's dangerous to expose yourself to everything the world wants to throw at it, to everyone who wants to take something for themselves. But I still leave it open, just in case something beautiful comes in.

A little like the sun and the moon, aren't we? Never in the sky at the same time. But sometimes the sun and the moon were visible together. Sometimes they were.