In those great stories of adventures, frighting and pleasant as they seam it’s never about one person. The hero (the one doing something grand, or terrifying or heartbreaking) they never stand alone, there are always friends there ready to help them out, love them, give them a break and a shoulder to lean on. There is always someone to talk to, always someone to cry with, always someone to lecture them when they need it and most of all to share in the joys and hopes of each others life. Thats what makes a hero a hero, because heroes are people and people need people. We need them to encourage us and love us and just be their for us. This is a two way street, that is at the moment feeling rather empty and I’m afraid I don’t quite know how to deal with that.