Larger Than Life

by Jodi Picoult

I think about the moon, which is always in the sky, but only comes to life when she is wrapped in the arms of the night.

She was a part of me, and if you carved away a part of yourself, you bled to death.

As it turns out, you can love someone too much. Then, when they leave, your heart goes missing. And no one can survive that great a loss.