it's been such a hard season,
and the bridges we burned
might be all we had to keep us from drowning.
but at least we had this time;
and i'd like to think we're better off for it.
i'll remember this.
sometimes broken things make the best building supplies.
and we'll keep on building.
hearts aren't made of glass,
they're made of muscle, and blood, and something else.
and they don't so much as break, as bend and tear.
we have what it takes to keep it together;
and move on.