A long time ago, Anne used to talk about energy - how that was all that love was - ions connecting across synapses of time and air. Don't rationalize, she'd say. None of it will ever make sense. I leaned back against the wall and closed my eyes, not wanting to cry. Anne was right. None of it made any sense.
Jacqueline WoodsonNo matter how big you get, it's still okay to cry because everybody's got a right to their own tears.
Jacqueline Woodson