Chest to chest, nose to nose...

I want you to know,

deep in the saddle of my heart,

there's a better world.

Against all experience, against all rational thought, against every fiber of his being telling him it won't work out, the boy who cried wolf, hopes once more. It's the simplest of wishes, the purest of dreams, the hardest of rejections, one that stems from the heart and fills the soul. He bears arms and armor forged from the greatest of iron and marches towards his destiny with conviction. His resolve holds steady, and the sparkle in his eyes outshines the moon. As blades of steel thunder and as blood is shed, one thing and one thing only is certain; he fights for himself, for he would rather die trying then never try at all.

I'm almost there. It's almost over. Never could I have imagined such a year. Never could I have expected my story to unravel with such speed and in an instant, intertwine once more. As this journey comes to an end, I have very little to say. But we've come so far, you and I, we barely even need words anymore. I rarely mention it, but I really need you to know that even though you're silent, I can hear you. I can hear you louder than any scream, and your voices echo throughout my life. Without you, there is no me. There is no us. And for that, I will be more greateful than you shall ever know.