i hope i frustrate you and you think about me a lot
I’m not brave any more darling. I’m all broken. They’ve broken me.
This is what love does: It makes you want to rewrite the world. It makes you want to choose the characters, build the scenery, guide the plot. The person you love sits across from you, and you want to do everything in your power to make it possible, endlessly possible. And when it’s just the two of you, alone in a room, you can pretend that this is how it is, this is how it will be.
Love is a flower that grows in any soil, works its sweet miracles undaunted by autumn frost or winter snow, blooming fair and fragrant all the year, and blessing those who give and those who receive.
She had studied the universe all her life, but had overlooked its clearest message: For small creatures such as we, the vastness is bearable only through love.