She's it. She's my everything. She's the standard by which I'll judge beauty for the rest of my life. I'll measure every touch to her breath on my skin. Every voice to her voice. Every mind to her mind. My measure of perfection. The name carved into me. If I could, I would lie with her under these stars until my heart burst.

I’m glad things end, though. It forces you to love them ferociously while you have them. There’s nothing worth having that doesn’t die.

No one ever says on their deathbed they wish they’d loved fewer people.

I want you to be careful in this world. My heart is wrapped up in you.