My heart hasn't beat in almost ninety years but this was different it was like my heart was gone like I was hallow like I'd left everything here with you.

I’ve chosen my life — now I want to start living it.

Age is just a number baby, what are you now? 40?

You. Are. Not. Leaving. Me.

And then I saw the way he looked at her... like he was a blind man, seeing the sun for the very first time.

It must be a hard thing, to be a father; living in fear that your daughter would meet a boy she liked, but also having to worry if she didn't.

Perhaps there could be no joy on this planet without an equal weight of pain to balance it out on some unknown scale.