* I woke up, covered in a fine sheen. Jaster’s side was rumpled, yet still warm from where he’d slept, held me through the storm. The dream had seemed so real, like I could reach out, touch it, only to have it fade away.
When you feel like you're lost, nothing to hold onto... and your dreams feel like reality ...
I miss him. I remembered some things.. remembered love, being loved.
Without him, I'd be broken, shattered . He believes in me.. trusts , loves. Not many can say they have second chances.
I love my kid , I really do.. but honest to gods .. you don't go harring off around the galaxy chasing ghosts...
Flight or fight.. sometimes there is no true choice, just blurred lines .