How can we appreciate anything fully when overwhelmed with too much?

It is one thing to make a choice and it is another thing to never have the chance.

Because I feel no anger toward my mother. Only loss, and loss is a feeling you can’t fight your way out of as easily.

I want to reach out and grab his hand and hold it to me, right over my heart, right where it aches the most. I don't know if doing that would heal me or make my heart break entirely, but either way this constant hungry waiting would be over.

If you let hope inside, it takes you over. It feeds on your insides and uses your bones to climb and grow. Eventually it becomes the thing that is your bones, that holds you together. Holds you up until you don't know how to live without it anymore. To pull it out of you would kill you entirely.

Is falling in love with someone's story the same thing as falling in love with the person himself?

Caring about anyone leaves you vulnerable.