heal.

To be a leader and not a follower meant I had to be cold-blooded, violent, and uncaring. It wasn't right to feel empathy for the suffering of others.

#my bloody life:

the making of a latin king

Maybe that was where the connection came from: we were linked through the pain of loss.


...human beings craved emotional attachment. What I hadn't realized was just how deep that need ran and how the right person could make all the difference.


Hope was a dangerous emotion; it gave false confidence and made a person do unconscionable things.


"I don't want to be alone anymore."
"I know. Maybe now you don't have to be."


For the first time in my life, I wanted someone for myself. And I would take her any way she came.


I hadn't considered the possibility that I might find someone who would understand what I had endured and want me anyway, even though I wasn't whole.

#clipped wings