The Mistakes Don't Matter. It's What You

We Were Innocent Once. How Could It Have Gone So Bad?

Memories Of Ice And Trent Surfaced, And I Wrapped My Arms Around My Middle. I Had Saved Him, And He Had Saved Me. What Was Wrong With Us?

They Weren’t Idiots, But I Attracted Trouble That Just Begged Me To Beat It Into Submission.

Though No One Had Been Buried Here For Almost Thirty Years, The Grass Was Mown By Yours Truly. I Felt A Tidy Graveyard Made A Happy Graveyard.

Endings Are Not Always Bad. Most Times They're Just Beginnings In Disguise.