I love you, Ella May and nothing will ever change that. You can push me away -run away – and I will still love you.

Love you more than life itself, more than the sun and the air. You own my soul, Ella May. Micha

I take my time because I love how it feels to carry her, the way she needs me, the way I need to protect her.

You really need stitches," she tells me."Or you're going to have a scar." I try not to laugh. Stitches aren't going to help. They fix skin, cuts, wounds, heal stuff on the outside. Everything broken with me is on the inside. "I can handle scars, especially one's on the outside.

How can you want to touch me after what I did?" "How can I ever not want to touch you?

I’m pretty certain my worthless heart shatters inside my chest, and she steals one of the pieces. If it didn’t already belong to someone else I probably would have handed her all the pieces right then and there.

I just let the pain take over, allowing it to numb the pain of being left behind.