Memory is all I have now

AS WE LAY THERE WE FELT LIKE WE WERE EXTENSTIONS OF EACH OTHER, LIKE OUR BODIES AND OUR HEARTS HAD TO BE TOGETHER TO MAKE ONE WHOLE PERFECT PERSON.

Like we were just jagged puzzle pieces that made no sense alone but together we fit perfectly. That's what life is supposed to be like for normal people right? You find that other piece that matches yours that completes yours. And you make the jags and the crevices fit, even if they don't go in perfectly smooth, even if they require a few adjustments. You don't demand perfection you make it work and appreciate the parts that fit instead of obsessing about the small angles that don't.

IF YOU ASK ME A PERSON DOESNT GET ENOUGH SURPRISES IN A LIFE TIME.

Do you love me?" James asked suddenly"Yes. I do." I didn't even have to think about it. It was so freeing"I love you, too," he replied. "I've never said that to anyone before."It was so hard to believe. "Really?"He grinned and gazed out the window. "Well, except my first motorcycle, Ramona. But she was a Ducati, so you can blame me. In fact, I think I might have loved her more than I love you."I punched James in the spot between his chest and shoulder.

He was my light, my heart, my beautiful scalawag. And I was—I am—his GG.

If life were a movie, we'd have had what they call a “meet cute".

I love you more than I love goats, and you know how I feel about goats", Gaby said.

What are hands made for but this? For holding. for holding on.