Love is needing someone. Love is putting up with someone's bad qualities because they somehow complete you.

Grief can be a burden, but also an anchor. You get used to the weight, how it holds you in place.

But those words were only the middle of the story. There was a beginning here, too.

If nothing else, now we knew where to find each other, even if only time would tell if either of us would ever come looking.

The thing is I'm a great believer in the perfect moment. They don't come around that often.

I knew that it wouldn’t last. It was just a moment, a perfect moment, as time stood still and fleetingly everything fell back into its proper place.

I felt like I'd been swimming so hard, and the water growing warmer and warmer the closer I got to the top. I wasn't there yet, but now I could see the surface, rippling just beyond my fingers.