You can tell so much about a person by the way they leave you.
I don’t think there’s anything sadder than when two people are meant to be together and something intervenes.
Nothing in the world smells as good as the person you love.
And I understand. I understand why people hold hands: I’d always thought it was about possessiveness, saying ‘This is mine’. But it’s about maintaining contact. It is about speaking without words. It is about I want you with me and don’t go.