B.
@MinasMorgul
He wants to extend his hands and embrace that warm body; kiss his eyes, hair and lips, taste and devour him in whole, and possess his everything.
The strongest of hearts cannot be defeated by the knives and blades that are the storms and blizzards of life, but only by a helping hand that comes out of nowhere, or a gentle whisper by the ear, "Come home."
I'm broken-hearted, why can't I drown my sorrows in alcohol?
There are always some things about which there's nothing you can do, either become strong enough to deal with anything, or let go and forget. Does you no good remembering all the useless things, it's just a waste of space.
I have no guilt, no regrets, and no wishes to pray for. Whether it be gods or spirits, what gives them the right to judge me? They can be powerful and almighty on their own, but why should I care?