© rosefeather

sundaystorms:

‘Come here, beautiful.’

Some men are born to plow fields, some live to be great physicians, others to be great kings. Me, I was born to serve you Arthur and I’m proud of that. And I wouldn’t change a thing.

Every story has a beginning, a middle, and an end…

I realize it was only just a dream…

“I miss you too, buddy!”

Because in the end, when you lose somebody, every candle, every prayer is not gonna make up for the fact that the only thing you have left is a hole in your life where that somebody that you cared about used to be.