"And I love you too." His fingers skate the edge of my jaw, dance briefly over my lips. "You should know that. You have to know that."
Grief is like sinking, like being buried.
The most dangerous sicknesses are those that make us believe we are well
I used to think that's what love was: knowing someone so well he was like a part of you.
Love. I love you. I’ll always love you, my love. You are the love of my life.
Hope keeps you alive.