Then you came along and helped me believe in myself again.
Some things were beyond understanding.
What are we after all our dreams, after all our memories?
Like her father, he wasn't comfortable sharing his thoughts and feelings. She tried to explain that she needed to be closer to him, but it had never seemed to make a difference.
The romantics would call this a love story, the cynics would call it a tragedy.
I love you more than there are stars in the sky and fish in the sea.