What matters to me is the perfect throw. Making the perfect catch. The perfect step and block. It’s perfection. It’s what it’s about.

She chose me. Chose me over all men. Chosen to be seduced. Taken by the hand. Guided between the light and the dark. But is she an angel or is she a demon? Is she imaginary or is she real?

I’m begging you to do this. Find the courage to do this for both of us, okay?

I missed you.
I missed you too.

There’s something beautiful…. miraculous between life and death.

Look Sam, I’m in a different place now. I… I, I don’t know how else to explain it to you, but I got out of that cell and it’s like someone painted the world in different colours. 

I used to get the giggles before debate team in high school.