Why are you leaving me? He wrote, I do not know how to live. I do not know either but I am trying. I do not know how to try. There were some things I wanted to tell him. But I knew they would hurt him. So i buried them and let them hurt me
Love...is the immovability of truth.
She brushed her eyelashes against his chest.
I want an infinitely blank book and the rest of time.
It can be challenge enough to have to eat with myself.
It is better to lose than never to have had.