There is only one page left to write on. I will fill it with words of only one syllable. I love. I have loved. I will love.
Audrey NiffeneggerMy reflection in the mirror shows me pink and puffy. I thought pregnant women were to supposed to glow. I am not glowing.
Audrey NiffeneggerClare, I want to tell you, again, I love you. Our love has been the thread through the labyrinth, the net under the high-wire walker, the only real thing in this strange life of mine that I could ever trust. Tonight I feel that my love for you has more density in this world than I do, myself: as though it could linger on after me and surround you, keep you, hold you.
Audrey NiffeneggerI look at him, look at the book, remember, this book, this moment, the first book I ever loved
Audrey Niffenegger