We were characters out of a movie. We were thoroughly alive. And we were absolutely beautiful.

I somehow knew, in that moment, that Grace Town was a jagged piece of glass that I'd cut myself on again and again if I let myself get involved with her. That the way forward would be pockmarked by sadness and grief and jealousy.

The unknown breeze came wafting towards us and filled our hearts with the fragrance of love!

When life gets dark, that's when stars appear among us. Shine bright, beautiful ones. Throw light from your burning hearts.

Anything said with the purity of heart, mind and soul to enliven humanity is a beautiful quote, rest all is a crude, shameful and disgraceful joke.

Grace Town was a chemical explosion inside my heart. She was a star that'd gone supernova. For a few fleeting moments there was light and heat and pain, brighter than a galaxy, and in her wake she left nothing but darkness. But the death of stars provides the building blocks of life. We're all made of star stuff. We're all made of Grace Town.