“He pulled me toward him, and all I could do was stand there with arms at my sides and head against his chest. Broken, I feared even the slightest movement would cause pieces of me to snap off and fall to the gritty pavement.”

“Would he really want us here...forever? Because forever was what I was thinking when I agreed to move. I never would have done it, if it wasn't about forever.”

“I have you with me, and I'm terrified you'll disappear.”

“The moment-when I could no longer face myself in the mirror-wasn't easily explained; nor was the oppressive misery I experienced once I finally became the person I was meant to be but then realized with terrific horror how much I still hated her.”

“I'm not the same person I was before, and I am deathly afraid I will never be her again...”

“I had been in love before, but never found it necessary.”

“I suddenly remember being very little and being embraced by my father. I would try to put my arms around my father's waist, hug him back. I could never reach the whole way around the equator of his body; he was that much larger than life. Then one day, I could do it. I held him, instead of him holding me, and all I wanted at that moment was to have it back the other way.”