That kind of love - the kind you realize you already have by the life you've created together - that's the kind that lasts.
Mitch AlbomHe never spoke of that night again, not to your mother, not to anyone else. He was ashamed for her, for Mickey, for himself. In the hospital, he stopped speaking altogether. Silence was his escape, but silence is rarely a refuge. His thoughts still haunted him.' ~pg 139
Mitch Albom