Jacob Was A Gift From The Gods.

I Wondered How Long It Could Last. Maybe Someday, Years From Now.if The Pain Would Decrease To The Point Where I Could Bear It.i Would Be Able To Look Back On Those Few Short Months That Would Always Be The Best Of My Life.

Time Passes. Even When It Seems Impossible. Even When Each Tick Of The Second Hand Aches Like The Pulse Of Blood Behind A Bruise. It Passes Unevenly, In Strange Lurches And Dragging Lulls, But Pass It Does. Even For Me.

You Never Know How Much Time You'll Have.

Just Because You Want Something To Be True Doesn’t Make It That Way.” -the Host

You're Awfully Small To Be So Hugely Irritating.