You don't realize how much you've been holding onto something, how much you've needed something until it's gone.
We love to fabricate our fears by walking into things holding hands with others. By cracking jokes about it, hoping it will ease that queasiness in our stomachs.
But let's face it. The unknown is scary. It's like staring out at the edge of a cliff and not seeing darkness, but a void. Darkness clings, but emptiness hallows. One step forward and you don't know if the air will hold you up as it does the clouds, or let you fall.
I made a decision today, Professor.
I don't know if it'll be like dropping the load off a hot air balloon to help it ascend, or like chopping the wings off of a Phoenix and watching it descend.
And it's scary. It's scary stepping into the unknown. Without hands to hold. Or jokes to tell.
It's scary...without Him.
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Romance"A part of me has always wanted to be punished, to experience pain at its highest degree, and to be ripped apart in every way possible for surviving the crash. But I was stupid for not knowing the extent of that wish; for not knowing that pain isn't...
