The cost of oblivious daydreaming was always this moment of return, the realignment with what had been before and now seemed a little worse.
He knew these last lines by heart and mouthed them now in the darkness. My reason for life. Not living, but life. That was the touch. And she was his reason for life, and why he must survive.
When it's gone, you'll know what a gift love was. You'll suffer like this. So go back and fight to keep it.
