christinabee
I embraced him as he finally let himself cry. But in my eyes, he was still the brave soldier he had always been.
I am not yours, not lost in you, although I long to be. Lost as a candle lit at noon. Lost as a snowflake in the sea. You love me! I find you still a spirit, beautiful and bright. A spirit beautiful and bright. I am... (Sarah Teasdale)