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You make everything better than when you found it, even me.
To be of the ground is to be of life.
You, a woman whose deepest belly laugh makes no sound a woman who notices every detail a woman made of a brilliance you don’t see no matter how many times I show you.
“Well, I love you. You are the best person I’ve ever met, my favorite human on this planet.”
In this evanescent moment, the love of his life and the moon became indistinguishable from each other, casting everything Lewis feared about the future in the real but temporary light of goodness.
All those years, while he was so focused on one thing, being an actor, he took for granted all that was already his. All the colors to see.
With electroreception, Lewis hoped to sense her, know her, and love her even thousands of miles away in the ocean. Nothing he read indicated that electroception extended further than a couple yards. But maybe, he thought, maybe if I practiced, I would never really have to say goodbye.
“Just seeing what it’s like to love you when I can’t see you.”
If magic exists in a real way, it is not here to dazzle us with all that is unreal to the naked eye. What if magic is just mislabeled peace? A peace that says suffering doesn’t have a purpose or reason. A peace that says meaning is the medicine. A peace that says I don’t need to know how or why. But she’ll be all right.
Wren and the Tiny Pregnant Woman shared practical, applied interests like oncoming personal devastation, terrifying sadness, and the experience of free-falling into grief and the unknown.
An incessant desire for fish became louder than all the things Lewis treasured: the heartbeat of language, the idea of living in a tree, the universal within the poetic, and his soft way of loving her.
“Maybe we need to know these things young, because maybe we’re the matter being rearranged. Maybe it’s us.” “You and me?” “I hope.”
the woman who wanted to build a life with a man who pulled her into his warm current and vowed never to let go, a man who taught her how to notice beauty and convinced her she was worthy of it, too.
Feelings fled under pressure; feelings did not light the darkness. What remained strong in the deep, the hard times, was love as an effort, a doing, a conscious act of will.
joy and grief are human birthrights, but mostly, being alive is everything in between.
Are we all just actors, performing some unbound art form for God, the audience of space? I wish I could have seen then what I know now. All along, I had the starring role.
He was an aimless kite in search of a string to ground him to the world, but instead, he’d found Wren, a great, strong wind who supported his exploration of the sky.
“You make everything better than when you found it, especially me.
When Someone Else comes your way, you have my blessing, my absolute blessing, to begin again.
You are Wren, the woman of my daydreams. Wren, the time of my life.”
Wren met a man in a yellow shirt who made her feel that the world was a good place, and the world was a good place because she was someone living in it.
and realized she didn’t want food at all but rather, the feeling of emotional fullness, a hunger that could only be satiated by home, family, and familiarity.
My whole life, I’ve wanted something good, and I think you and Wren are it.
What a privilege it was to mark time with the sun.
Margaret felt his smile was bright enough to turn the dark ocean aflame with light and colors yet to be seen or invented.
The ocean cannot be contained; neither can love; neither can Joy.
