“Having a brain hurt so much sometimes.”
“I love you so much that sometimes it hurts.”
“I just love you so much. Sometimes it hurts”
“Why does it hurt so much? Why does it have to hurt?”
“I'm always wondering if he'll return. Sometimes I pray that he doesn't. And sometimes I hope he will. I wish on falling stars and eyelashes. Absence isn't solid the way death is. It's fluid, like language. And it hurts so much...so, so much.”
“What is it?" I asked breathlessly. "I love you so much. Sometimes it hurts.""I don't want it to hurt, Clay. Our love should make you feel wonderful.”