For the architects of their own misery, and the embers that refuse to die out in the dark.

To those who have ever searched for warmth in the ashes of a bridge they burned themselves.

And to the ones who built walls so high, they forgot how to let the light in.

This is for the love that hurts more than it heals.

May you find peace in the wreckage.

To the one who left to save him.

And to the one who stayed to hate her.

May the truth find them before the fire does.