You are not a body. You have a body. You are a soul.

I'll be whatever you allow me to be, Blaire. Just don't shut me out again. Please.

I don’t want to love you,” I forced out through the thickness in my throat. “God, I hope you do, because you own me completely,” he whispered.

Blaire, This was my grandmother’s. My father’s mother. She came to visit me before she passed away. I have fond memories of her visits and when she passed on she left this ring to me. In her will I was told to give it to the woman who completes me. She said it was given to her by my grandfather who passed away when my dad was just a baby but that she’d never loved another the way she’d loved him. He was her heart. You are mine. This is your something old. I love you, Rush

I love you. I'll never leave you and I swear to you sweetheart that you will never be alone.

You are not a body. You have a body. You are a soul.

I understood that pain was real and sometimes things didn't last. Sometimes you just had to enjoy it while it lasts and cherish it when it's gone.