“There are two ways,” he told me, “and they are love and not love. I choose love.”
“Yes, there is some one I love, though he has not told me yet that he even loves me.”
“I know you loved both he and I, the way a mother can love two sons. And no one should be judged for loving more than they ought, only for loving not enough.”
“When he told me he no longer loved me, I fell to my knees.”
“I love my mom. And this time, I told her I loved her. And she told me she loved me, too. And things were okay for a little while.”
“Love. The opposite of fear is love, and every minute of every day, we choose between the two.”