The dead have no belief; they have no needs or wants.

What do you think happens to the heart that makes it shatter like a glass thrown out from a skyscraper? Having it all and still lacking the most vital thing could still be in a place where you deem as a fortress, could anyone feel empty? What about signs that always want to sneak out from the unknown whenever you become bewildered or about to be held under duress mostly when you are looking for happiness?

Finding true selfless love was a journey, not a racetrack with a finish line. It involved more courage, discipline, forgiveness, and sacrifice to keep going—Linda Marie Ketter knew this and had it put in writing like always.

Lucas, a hunk of a man, the quintessence of wealth, intelligence and overall perfection.

Ladies knew him to be a jerk even though he held himself in high esteem, and they always realized it too late. Time made him realize how perfect a life can be and still be so imperfect as he was helpless deep inside.

I've been alone for a while, God, Lucas was a brooding hunk, the best playboy in town.

It could be rather unbelievable how he sometimes felt lonely, and even though he was at peace with himself, by spending money on girls to eventually sleep with them and dump them the next day like one-night stands—Lucas still felt so far away from true happiness.

Everyone should share their love with someone, but he didn’t have that kind of someone because he was not that kind of someone, yet he believed he would find that someone.

A person I could be in a relationship with, share companionship and the moments of everyday small joys.

Alana, a beautiful woman with a kind smile which was powerful enough to keep Lucas’ eyes glued to her, making it impossible not to feel something uncertain growing in him.

“Who is she, an angel from heaven or an imaginary woman his mind created?”

He was helpless even with a silver moon hovering above his head, hanging in the night sky while his wet clothes clung to his body, in a lake effortlessly carrying his body as loneliness surged through him.

Could it be that God had planned all along to take him through a journey beyond what Lucas could fathom? Was it a journey to punish him, help him, or to heal him? Was it time for him to realize the hurtful words he had used before? Or, could it just all be a message of his damnation or the position of his soul? How about you be the judge of that?