I'm not sure this is a world I belong in anymore. I'm not sure that I want to wake up.

But I'd do it again. I know that now. I'd make that promise a thousand times over and lose her a thousand times over to have heard her play last night or to see her in the morning sunlight. Or even without that. Just to know that she's somewhere out there. Alive.

C'est courageux d'aller dans l'inconnu': It is courageous to go into territory unknown.

And that's just it, isn't it? That's how we manage to survive the loss. Because love, it never dies, it never goes away, it never fades, so long as you hang on to it.

(P)eople’s good intentions can wind up putting us in boxes as confining as coffins.

We are like Humpty Dumpty and all these king's horses and all these king's men cannot put us back together again

Every fiction has its base in fact.