“I needed to learn how to redesign the route to my heart so someone else stood a chance in hell of navigating it.”

“I could train myself out of all this. Like a smoker, I could cut down. Like a drinker, I could kick the bottle. Like someone in love, I could learn to redesign the route to my heart so someone else stood a chance in hell of navigating it. I could do this.”

“..:The heart can feel and see what the eye cannot see nor feel..We don't need hands in order to hold someone else's heart nor eyes to know what we can persive in the spirit and deep inside our hearts…So, lets give someone a chance:..”

“How shall I ever learn who I am when there is so much of me that belongs to someone else?”

“The girl of my dreams got married to someone else. But that’s OK. I don’t need her beside me to keep her locked in the dungeon of my heart.”

“My arm was not the one she needed, but the arm of someone else. My warmth was not what she needed, but the warmth of someone else. I felt almost guilty being me.”