I think that's the way it is. When you love someone. Something happens to them, and it's a punch in the heart. Not like a punch in the heart; a real punch in the heart.

A moment comes in war when the last lines must be crossed. The line that separates what you hold a from what total war demands. If he couldn't cross that line, the battle was over, and he was lost.

I had it all wrong. Before I found you, I thought the only way to hold on was to find something to live for. It isn't. To hold on, you have to find something you're willing to die for.

The girl sleeping and the finisher, willing himself to finish her.
Why didn't he finish her?
Why couldn't he finish her?

Cruelty isn't a personality trait. Cruelty is a habit.

Thinking about the bacon- the potential of bacon- gives me hope. Not all is lost if bacon isn't.