“in the caves of my heart, where pain taps out its rhythms and sorrow sets its loss, i am without direction.”

“Only where there is disillusionment and depression and sorrow does happiness arise; without the despair of loss, there is no hope.”

“I could have kisses like that for the rest of my life. Kisses that don't know who I am. Kisses that make me feel more and less than what I am. But my finger tap tap taps on my leg and reminds me that I am not who Adam thinks I am, and it makes me want to cry. It's not that I don't deserve his kiss. It's that the person I am can never really share a life, a soul, with the person he is.”

“I was supposed to act breezy, but my fingertips are shaking, and my heart won’t stop its rapid beating.I’m giving in. I cannot cave.”

“It's a time of sorrow and sadness when we lose a loss of life.”

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