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She was the girl who felt everything, and I was the man who felt nothing at all.
It was crazy how you could know a person your whole life and then realize you knew nothing about them at all.
“Perhaps I’m one of those novels where you have to keep turning the page until the very end to understand the meaning.”
“Just because you smile and act free doesn’t mean the cage doesn’t exist. It merely means you lowered your standards for how far you’ll allow yourself to fly.”
This life is short, and you never know how many chapters you have left in your novel, Graham. Live each day as if it’s the final page. Breathe each moment as if it’s the final word. Be brave, my son. Be brave.”
“Being around you does something strange to me, something that hasn’t happened in such a long time.” “What happens?” He took my hand in his then led it to his chest, and his next words came out as a whisper. “My heart begins to beat again.”
“Loneliness is a liar,” Graham told me, sitting down on the edge of his bed as he spoke. “It’s toxic and deadly most of the time. It forces people to believe they are better off with the devil himself than being alone, because somehow being alone means a person failed. Somehow being alone means a person isn’t good enough. So, more often than not, the poison of loneliness seeps in and makes a person believe that any kind of attention must stand for love. Fake love that is built on a bed of loneliness will fail—I should know. I’ve been alone all my life.”
‘The world’s a little darker tonight, Graham.’ Then he wiped away his tears and said, ‘But still, I must believe that the sun will rise tomorrow.’”
Within seconds, my heart filled with more love than I had thought possible. Because that was the thing about hearts—when you thought they were completely full, you somehow found room to add a little more love.
“It’s you,” I whispered, our lips still slightly touching. “My greatest hope is, and always will be, you.”
“So this is our happily ever after?” I asked softly against his lips. “No, my love, this is merely our chapter one.”
