“But what is my plan for this? I don’t mean like legally or care or… I mean, how do I plan for the hardest thing I’ve ever had to go through? How do you plan to lose someone this way?” “The plan is love, Hendrix.” He pats my hand. “The plan is love. It’s the no matter how bad it gets or how much I want to run, I’ll stay kind of love. I’ve watched you over this last week, and have heard how you talk about your friends and the people in your life. You have the capacity for that.”
