Long Live the Beautiful Hearts

Fight for you. For who you are. Fight for yourself and what you love. Who you love.

This story is about the Once Born and the Twice Born,” Professor O said. “The Once Born man walks the path of life, and when the path takes him into the dark forest of hardship and trauma, loss or pain, he stops, refusing to take another step. He tries to flee the way he came, but it’s closed forever. So he lives his life certain the world is unfair and harsh. Others around him point to the scratching branches and looming shadows and say ‘Yes, life is hard and unfair. See?’ And they make camp among the hardships, instead of continuing on the path

ahead. The way out.” His deep, melodious voice crafted words of air and sound that landed gently on my chest, seeping into my bones. “But there is the Twice Born man, Weston,” he said, his hand tightening on mine. “The man who walks into the dark forest of his life and suffers. Sometimes unimaginably. The way back is forever closed to him, but the Twice Born man walks forward. The path becomes more twisted, the hardships seemingly impossible to overcome. But he keeps going until one day, the shadows lift. The branches cease to scratch at his skin and they part for him. He’ll regard the scars with pride as he emerges from the forest reborn. Stronger for what he has endured. Wiser. Transformed. And grateful for the lessons he learned.

A love that ran deeper than friendship, deeper than family. A combat-tested bond that transcended blood and bone. Soul mates.

We can't choose who we love.

The fight you have to fight is for you so that the love you feel for her has a chance.

Meeting you in the library that first time felt like a reunion. I’ve loved you in a thousand lifetimes. Do you feel it?

Long live the beautiful hearts Like yours That beat with infinite depth

Lust, passion, and love becoming one sensation of overwhelming want.

Eat, ma chère. To remind you there is sweetness in life. True love will find you and you will know no pain, only joy.

Stay with him. And keep holding his hand, Autumn. No matter what happens. Don’t let go of him.

She's bringing me back to life.

But the pain in the marrow of my being, in my soul, howled with unending force, even in the dark.

I’ve loved you for so long. Meeting you in the library that first time felt like a reunion. I’ve loved you in a thousand lifetimes. Do you feel it?” “Yes,” she whispered. “I’ve been looking for you my entire life.

People should talk to people like they're people.