“Holding Eleanor's hand was like holding a butterfly. Or a heartbeat. Like holding something complete, and completely alive.”

“I imagined what it would be like to hold a butterfly in your hands something bejeweled and treasured and to know that despite your devotion it was dying by degrees.”

“You could hold me and I could hold you. And it would be so peaceful. Completely peaceful. Like the feeling of sleep, but awake in it together.”

“I know this because I understand now what love really feels like. The kind that consumes you. Love holds the power to break you. It holds the power to complete you.”

“Hold love like a butterfly, with gentle preservation. Hold life like the reigns of a wild stallion, with fierce assertion. Encompass that, and you find the nectar of the immortal spirit.”

“When We're Together I Start To Feel Like Butterflies Are Fluttering Around Inside, And We're Walking, Talking, Smiling And Holding Each Others Hand:} <3”