We both grew so used to each other, so comfortable with the naturalness and ease of our friendship, that we became sloppy about keeping our relationship a secret. It was not that we were physically demonstrative or obviously in love, more that it had become impossible for us to hide our close involvement. We had gradually acquired the unmistakable air of old-love: finishing each other's sentences and speaking to each other with an offhand, presuming intimacy that was eventually noticed.

Seorang ibu akan selalu khawatir memikirkan anaknya, setiap hari selama hidupnya.

When you are young, feelings are your truth. Love is how you feel. The years have taught me that love is not an emotion that you feel about someone, but what you do for them.

..aku sangat diberkati karena bisa menikmati segala cara sederhana yang dia tunjukkan untuk mencintaiku.