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I think the type of love worth waiting for is the type Where you when you look at them You see fire flies And when they're there, everything's okay The world could end and you'd be okay Cause it would end with you and them. Together. The type of love where when they aren't there, Food doesn't matter so much anymore Colors turn dull Days seem too long and all of a sudden you question how you ever made it without them. The type of love where without them you'd never be the same again.. The type of love where without them, life seems like just a collection of hours building into days, that eventually month's consecutively into years all simply leading up to death. So without them life feels.. well, meaningless. I think the kind of love worth fighting for is the kind I found with Ember.
Chapter One: Ember
