I forget that he is another person; instead it feels like he is another part of me, just as essential as a heart or an eye or an arm.
Veronica RothBut when I do feel all the strength go out of me, and I fall to my knees beside the table and I think I cry, then, or at least I want to, and everything inside me screams for just one more kiss, one more word, one more glance, one more.
Veronica Roth