I love the idea of fictional worlds kind of all cohering in some way.
There was love expressed in the places you usually forget to look.
You just have to let people love you in the way they can
You carry your past with you even if you don't remember any of it.
She felt like parts of her soul were missing, had left her body long ago. It had happened not in Greece three months ago, but long before that. It was in Greece that she'd realized those parts had left her and were not coming back.
I love her. I need her. I gave away everything I had for her. I just wanted her to know me.