Know that you hold my heart, my hopes, in your hands.

Do you know how hard it is to say nothing? When every atom of you strains to do the opposite? I had practiced not saying anything the whole way from the airport, and it was still nearly killing me.

I know this isn’t a conventional love story. I know there are all sorts of reasons I shouldn’t even be saying what I am. But I love you. I do. I knew it when I left Patrick. And I think you might even love me a little bit.

... if you're going to wear a dress like that you need to wear it with confidence. You need to fill it out mentally as well as physically.

I am conscious that knowing me has caused you pain, and grief, and I hope that one day when you are less angry with me and less upset you will see not just that I could only have done the thing that I did, but also that this will help you live a really good life, a better life, than if you hadn’t met me.

There is a hunger in you. A fearlessness. You just buried it, like most people do.

Push yourself. Don't Settle. Just live well. Just LIVE.