“ And maybe that's love, too - feeling the other person's hurts like your own. ”
Now I understand - how sleep allows you to forget, but your pain wakes with the dawn, worse because for a split second you don't remember what you've suffered.
~ Amy Engel
I don't understand how the pain of losing him can be a pale shadow in comparison to the pain of finding him again.
I want to be someone strong and brave enough to make hard choices. But I want to be fair and loving enough to make the right ones.
Often, when I am able to check out a book, I read it a dozen times before returning it, desperate to remain lost in the magic of someone else's story.
