Love, after all, always said more about those who felt it than it did about the ones they loved.

The problem with time, I've learned, whether it's those first two weeks I got to spend with you, or the final two months I got to spend with him, eventually time always runs out. I have no idea where you are out there in the world, John. But I understand that I lost the right to know these things long ago. No matter how many years go by, I know one thing to be as true as ever was - I'll see you soon then.

Without you in my arms, I feel an emptiness in my soul. I find myself searching the crowds for your face - I know it's an impossibility, but I cannot help myself.

The greater the love, the greater the tragedy when it's over.

Too far-fetched to believe, too obvious to ignore.

It would be like describing colors to someone blind from birth: The words might be understood, but the concept would remain mysterious and private.

It's the possibility that keeps me going, not the guarantee.