My whole life had been an uninterrupted act of loving him.

It is a paradox. Life is that way. God designed it that way. I believe I met him once. He was full of mischief.

Darkness approaches from outside. I feel no light inside me strong enough to resist it.

Sleep is not on good terms with broken hearts. It will have nothing to do with them.

I wanted you to thank you for being my friend and letting me play a part in your story.

Most of all I grieve for my soul because even though I do, finally, believe there is a God, and that I have met him, I do not know if he has given me an immortal soul, but only one that was to last me as long as my body lasted. I do not know if when the last page of my book is closed, that will be the end of me.

Slow down. The party won't start until I get there - Jo, Remember me. Page 43.