When maturity hits, its like walking into a street post, you look back on the things you've down, and you feel such regret, such disgust, such fascination. Wondering how you could ever be so naive, how the world managed to take advantage of you,

You develop a cynicism, and a pessimism that ultimately attempts to cripple the mind, and draw back to dangerous places, to seek adventure, enlightenment, happiness.

Only to have everything you've worked so hard for, so meticulously, collapse around you.

But the lucky ones,

Those who find that shimmering glimpse of hope that holds back the dangers of the world. That spreads its wings and lifts you away to places less damning.

You and I, me and you. We're the lucky ones in this whole forsaken place. As we are dragged to the depths of hell and back, may our eternal patience see us through to the light and our salvation.

We will spend the rest of our lives in each others arms. And I wouldn't want it any other way.