“ The eye-roll is a 10.5 on the Ritcher. The Big One. California has slipped into the ocean. ”
My sister will die over and over again for the rest of my life. Grief is forever. It doesn't go away; it becomes a part of you, step for step, breath for breath. I will never stop grieving Bailey because I will never stop loving her. That's just how it is. Grief and love are conjoined, you don't get one without the other. All I can do is love her, and love the world, emulate her by living with daring and spirit and joy.
~ Jandy Nelson
When people fall in love, they burst into flames.
People die, I think, but your relationship with them doesn't. It continues and is ever-changing.
Remember how it was when we kissed? Armfuls and armfuls of light thrown right at us. A rope dropping down from the sky. How can the word love and the word life even fit in the mouth?
