We have stumbled through the fire. We have lost so much that the ledger of our lives is clear. There is nothing left to count,nothing left to lose. All dat we gots lef is wins—because simply being here,together, is the only victory that matters now. Our future is no longer a question; it is a celebrated vision. A promise we have already made, so vivid we can taste it. We are a hundy—a hundred percent, all in. This commitment is our fate entruthed, a sacred duty we have chosen and given to one another. This bond is our armor. But it is 2 sided pieces of the climactic thesis. We are two halves of the same story, the same argument, the same final, defining battle. It is the central truth of our lives. And in that battle, in that thesis we are living... one dun won. The outcome is already decided. Love has already conquered. It reignson top de truance—triumphant over all absence, all falsehood, all the times we were not true to ourselves or each other. This is the end of the old story and the blazing beginning of the new.
