“What the doctors didn’t tell me was how much I would change while watching her suffer. I shouldn’t be so surprised, though. Each thing we love takes a little piece of us whether we give it willingly or not. By the time we find the person we were meant to be with, we’re a honeycombed shell of what we once were. Each person we love turns us into the strange thing we become.”
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Eric LaRocca,
The Trees Grew Because I Bled There: Collected Stories
