My mother used to tell me that when push comes to shove you always know who to turn to. That being a family isnt a social construct but an instinct.

I close my eyes thinking that there is nothing like an embrace after an absence nothing like fitting my face into the curve of his shoulder and filling my lungs with the scent of him.

I dont think we get a choice in who we fall for Ian whispers. I think we just do.

Never give up.Never give up on your hopes.Never give up on your dreams.Never give up on your visions.

My wish before I die to keep the faith.