I imagine the ones weโve lost as ghosts who prowl about the edges of the light, waiting for us to join them. Sometimes thatโs terrifying, and sometimes itโs reassuring, a promise of homecoming.
Ann AguirreBecause I love you.' It was easy to say it this time now that I understood what it meant. Then I quoted his own words back to him. 'Not just when it's easy. All the time.
Ann AguirreIf I ever win you," he said, anger bright in his pale eyes, "it will be because you want me more. Not because he's gone. I'm nobody's second best.
Ann Aguirre