My life has always found it easier to walk beside ruin than beside love. Within this rusted carcass, there is scarcely anything left to justify the next breath; only rust, ashes, and the ancient habit of carrying on.
Yet this morning betrayed every conviction I had ever clung to.
Before the world had even opened its eyes, I found myself thinking of you. And for one almost imperceptible moment, death seemed a little less persuasive. Some people have the gift of lighting up a room; you accomplished something far rarer—you brought light to a man who had already abandoned his own.