“ Are you going to give me a reason to stay? ”
I hadn't yet come to terms with the man my father was, or the lives he'd destroyed. But I accepted that he was part of me, and that he'd loved me once.
~ Elle Cosimano
You know. he said, resting the fiddle in his lap, once you love something enough--enough to let it consume you completely--it becomes part of you, even when it's buried and quiet.
