“I don’t think I can do it again. The love thing, I mean . . . that part of me died with Brooklyn. But I hope that whoever I meet, they’ll know that it’s not their fault. And that missing Brooklyn doesn’t mean I don’t want to be with them any less.” His words filled my lungs. It was beautiful, really. Tragic, of course. But the intense devotion he had for Brooklyn only made him all the more equipped to share his love with somebody else one day, even if he couldn’t believe it yet.
