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There is beauty everywhere, even in the things that scare you the most…
Every night, I called one final thought into the deep darkness: Come back to me. And just before the dark consumed me, a whisper returned: My angel, let me go…
When little slivers of hope put in an appearance, you have to grab them and hold on. Give them a smile. Otherwise, what’s the fucking point?
“Real men take care of the women in their lives as a matter of course. Not because they want something in return.”
“You will heal and you will rebuild yourself around the loss you have suffered. You will be whole again but you will never be the same.” — Elisabeth Kübler-Ross
“A semicolon is where a writer can choose to end the sentence,” she said, tucking a lock of brown hair behind her ear. “But they don’t. The story goes on. It’s a symbol of hope. To keep going.” She smiled tremulously. “Sometimes I need that reminder.”
“The feeling you have in that moment right as you wake up, before your brain mucks it all up with thoughts and words? That very first feeling is where the truth lives.”
“Where there is ruin, there is hope for treasure.” She gave me another of her knowing smiles. “It’s one of my favorites.” “Yeah,” I said, a smile finding its way to my lips. “It sounds pretty fucking good to me too.”
Love had no end. She was infinite. She was a universe, my universe, and I was hers. Love had no boundaries, no rules, no favorites. And no limits.
“I see you, Theo. I see you. If Jonah was the glue that held us together, you’re the rock we set our backs to. I’m proud of you for that.” His chin quivered, his voice cracked. “I’m so proud you’re my son.”
