In another time, in another place, I wonder who they might have been.
She would do anything, anything to belong to his son after a lifetime of belonging to no one at all.
Life is much different from the days when there were lilies in my mother’s garden, and all my secrets fit into a paper cup.
Gabriel's voice can reach me anywhere. Even in a hurricane.
Perhaps... you love too fiercely.
When we're alive, life consumes us. But when we die, all of the color and the motion is gone so quickly, it's as though it can no longer stand to be wasted on us.