Meet me on the road that leads to the sea and I’ll wait for you and you’ll wait for me.

The dead are the stars by which we navigate.

We are only as good as we are remembered.

It is a dull sensation, your heart breaking, like the sound of a pebble dropping on the sand. Not a shattering, not a tearing apart, there is nothing shrill or grandiose about the sensation. It is merely an internal realization that something treasured you never knew you had is leaving forever.

I have lived the life I longed for in my heart. And it is beautiful there.

There it was, happiness in a backward glance: happiness and the certainty of hope.