Old words; words that nearly brought me to my knees.
"Live free or die."
Four words. Thirteen letters. Ridges, bumps, swirls under my fingertips.
Another story. We cling tightly to it, and our belief turns it to truth.

“Now I'd rather be infected with love for the tiniest sliver of a second than li…”

“An eternity of chocolate fountains and perfect love and guys who always call wh…”

“In the quiet, and the dark, I got stronger.”

“—And you completely blow me away and rip my world up and everything else, and t…”