I want to wake up with you beside me in the mornings. I want to spend my evenings looking at you across the dinner table. I want to share every mundane detail of my day with you and hear every detail of yours. I want to laugh with you and fall asleep with you in my arms.

There are lots of real men out there - men who could fall in love with you at the drop of a hat.

As they spoke, the only thing I could think about was that scene from Julius Caesar where Brutus stabs him in the back. Et tu, Eric?

Life doesn't often turn out the way we think it will, does it?

I don't know if spirits do indeed roam the world, but even if they do, I will sense your presence everywhere. When I listen to the ocean, it will be your whispers; when I see a dazzling sunset, it will be your image in the sky.

There is nothing like love. You should try it.” Thibault shrugged. “Maybe one day.

Regrets about the journey, maybe, but not the destination.