In this world, it's just us...

He will not let his fire go out. Ignited by an irreplaceable spark in the hopeless swamps of the not-quite, the not-yet, and the not-at-all. He will not let the hero in his soul perish in lonely frustration for the life he deserved and has never been able to reach. The world he desires can be won. It exists. It is real. It is possible. It's his.

I will love you always. When we are both grey and without hair, I will still love you. When the smooth softness of youth is replaced by the delicate softness of age, I will still want to touch your skin. When your face is full of the lines of every smile you have ever smiled, of every surprise I have seen flash through your eyes, when every tear you have ever cried has left its mark upon your face, I will treasure you all the more, because I was there to see it all. I will share your life with you, and I will love you until the last breath leaves your body or mine.