That's The Thing About Faith. It Works.

This Is What I Want. This Is The Only Thing I've Ever Wanted. Everything Else—every Single Second Of Every Single Day That Has Come Before This Very Moment, This Kiss—has Meant Nothing.

The Past Is Nothing But A Weight. It Will Build Inside Of You Like A Stone.

This Is What Hatred Is. It Will Feed You And At The Same Time Turn You To Rot.

But Hope Got In, No Matter How Hard And Fast I Tried To Stomp It Out. Like These Tiny Fire Ants We Used To Get In Portland. No Matter How Fast You Liked Them, There Were Always More, A Steady Stream Of Them, Resistant, Ever-multiplying. Maybe, The Hope Said. Maybe.

People Do Terrible Things, Sometimes, For The Best Reasons.