“ If home isn't a place, what is it?''A feeling. ”
When I first met you, I thought we were made for each other even though we seemed like opposites in some ways and we fought. But now...What?Now I feel like we weren't made for each other. We're making each other—into the people we should become. Do you know what I mean?
~ Julianna Baggott
I've never thought there was anything I could hope to get by praying for it.
Here, falling in love can be an event, a proclamation without acknowledging that everyone you love could die an awful death, that loving someone is an acceptance of impending loss.
She let him go once. Every day demands that she release him over and over again.
