Dearest, I dreamt of you again last night, the dream where you hold my hand. We sat together in what looked like a meadow. I tried to stay as long as she would let me but soon I was awake. I blocked out the light, shut my eyes tight so I could find you again. … Continue reading the story "Dearest"
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Be grateful that your mind does not entertain thoughts of cowardice. Be grateful that vanity does not find a home in your soul. Be grateful that your purity does not allow you to pretend. Be grateful that your innocence keep you untainted. Be grateful that your strength does not lie in a fear that you cannot fight. Be grateful that you do not succumb to the path … Continue reading the story "Be Grateful"