I steeled myself to focus only on the present yet remain alert to what might come next.

Without love of something I don't know if you can have a meaningful life at all.

It’s the same thing. Passion is passion. It’s the excitement between the tedious spaces, and it doesn’t matter where it’s directed.

If you're a bird... I'm a bird.

How can I tell them that I love them if I'm no longer there?

There's nothing you can tell me that will change how I feel about you. Nothing. Because that isn't you. It's never been you. You're the woman I've come to know. The woman I love.

What mattered most was knowing that love was mine to give, without strings or expectations.