You can't hate something you never had.
Something new.
Tristeza – Golden Hill
"I wish that I could spread my arms so wide. That I could wrap them around everyone I've ever known and loved Protect them from the crashing waves. The storms that will take us all one at a time. The unheard goodbyes that we are never ready to whisper."
Gods are fragile figures; they are killed by a whiff of science or a dose of common sense.
The people I cherish and value most in life.