Maybe any love we ever have is an angel in whatever form.

Pain didn't ever really stop, he thought; it just changed forms.

It's important to tell your story. It's important to listen.

You're meant to have whatever your heart desires. Whatever your heart wants that much is already a part of you.

Magic can be found in stolen moments.

You always fed strays and bent down to talk to the dogs you met on the street, looking straight into their eyes as if they were old friends. (Maybe they are, you said. From another life.) You liked to go to the pound and look at them. You tried to send them messages of comfort. I couldn’t go because I started crying the one time I tried. All those eyes and the barks like sobs.

After his kisses and hugs it feels like without them my body will fall apart into pieces.