I can do pain. That’s the easy part of life. It’s everything else, happiness, laughter, love, that’s fucking complicated.

It’s what’s buried deep inside that frightens me because it’s broken, like a shattered mirror.

It isn’t as important to feel great about all the things we do. But how we feel toward the end when we look back at everything we’ve done.

At least tell me you won? And that the scratches and dings were totally worth it.” “Of course. They’re always worth it,” he says with a hidden meaning that only the two of us could...

No one has ever needed me before because I’ve never let anyone that far in.

I take my time because I love how it feels to carry her, the way she needs me, the way I need to protect her.

You can just keep carrying me. It’s very relaxing.