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“I think love is . . . wrapping your arms around every emotion, even the hard ones, even when being numb seems so much safer. Love is hoping, even after disappointment has taught you not to. Love is that bone-deep hum of peace through your body when you’re hugged hard, when you’re listened to well, when you’re not left alone in your sadness. Love is stubborn and persistent, an indomitable weed that springs up in those slivers of soft soil in our concrete-jungle existence.
“That . . . charged, impenetrable space between two people who feel so close—their hearts, their minds, their bodies—yet never truly touch, that place of mystery, that’s real. And I think, it’s that reach to feel and know and connect to every part of each other, in spite of the distance between us . . . I think that’s love, in so many beautiful, mysterious iterations.”
I didn’t have to know, didn’t have to make some profound sense of why they were put on my path when they were, for me to love them. I could just . . . love them. That was enough.”
“What? A backbone? Everyone’s too soft on kids these days. They can handle a firm talking-to, here and there.”
She says what’s hard about hard things isn’t often the things themselves but believing in ourselves when we try.”
“I’m no love expert, but I think I just might be an expert on loving you. Because you were meant for me, Tallulah, and I was meant for you. Your heart was meant to be with mine; I believe that.” Clasping her hand where it rests over my pounding heart, I tell her, “And my heart was meant to be with yours. It is yours. It always has been.” Bending, I kiss her, gentle and reverent, forehead to forehead. “My heart has been, and always will be, only and forever yours.”
