You thought I stopped talking to you because I got bored. However, you’ve got it all wrong. I’m in love with you so much. I love you and it’s killing me because you won’t ever feel the same way. You look at me but you do not see me. Not with stars in your eyes or with a sense of awe. Not with love. So I’m sorry it seemed like I disappeared. For a while I was selfish and wanted to still keep you in my life. It didn’t work out like that. I realized that it didn’t matter if I left or if I stayed, because it would all hurt the same.
—  C.H.
  • Me:You know, I like it when writers create a good and complicated storyline. I mean I don't mind waiting three seasons/books for my otps to become canon if doing so they create a beautiful storyline. I actually prefer it.
  • Also me during every scene:ARE YOU KIDDING ME? WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR, YOU IDIOTS? JUST KISS ALREADY! DO I HAVE TO COME DOWN THERE TO SHOW YOU HOW TO DO IT? 'CAUSE I WILL. I WILL.

Back on earth, Lance and Hunk visited sick children in the hospital and cheered them up by singing and playing the guitar. All the kids liked them and got excited when they saw one or both wandering around the hospital, ready to sing songs and talk to the kids, brightening up their day and making them a bit braver.

Imagine those kids now, laying in bed, wondering if their friends forgot about them or stopped caring, wherever they are.

Whatever you do. . .

… Don’t think about Keith being booted from the Garrison.

Don’t think of how he had nowhere else to go, the realization cutting through his heart like a blade.

Don’t think about him stuck in the desert that first night. Don’t think about him walking aimlessly, no idea what he was doing, no idea where he was going. Don’t think of him walking until his feet blistered and bled, until he couldn’t breath.

Don’t think of the hurt, the pain, the anger, the fear, the sadness, or that pressing thought that maybe he won’t make it, maybe he won’t wake up the next morning.

Don’t think of those never ending days of struggle, fighting to just get by and live. Don’t think of him learning how to survive with nothing, learning to live off of the land without any help, with nothing but his dagger and the clothes on his back.

Don’t think of Keith staying up all night, unable to sleep, looking up at the stars as he just thought about how his only friend, the only person he could turn to, might never return.

Don’t think of him staring up at the stars, wondering if it was all worth it. If his struggle was pointless. If he was ever going to make it out of the desert.

Don’t think about how finding that cave, the Lion, the markings carved into stone, and using it as his crutch, the only thing to give him reason, the only thing that kept him grounded.

Don’t think about the loneliness biting at his mind, or him talking to to himself, or the blistering heat pounding down on him, or the days he spent hungry, or the dusty winds tearing through his shack, or the cold, desolate nights full of nothing but the calls of animals in the distance.

Whatever you do, don’t think about how long Keith may have gone without talking to another human.