“ Love is something you have or don’t have. Love is like a fever. ”
Even when everything hurts, even when other cities are exploding and people we love are disappearing, there’s still space for sweet things.
~ Corey Ann Haydu
I want to know if we are the same, in the moments when we’re stripped bare.
We have to give up so many things when the people we love die. So we hang on to other familiar things.
I can’t quite figure out the difference between loving someone and loving things about them.
