....each [person] affects the other and the other affects the next, and the world is full of stories, but the stories are all one.
...it is not until much later that children understand, their stories and all of their accomplishments sit atop the stories of their mothers and fathers, stones upon stones, beneath the waters of their lives.
...denial of affection. the damage done.
...there are no random acts. we are all connected.
...no life is a waste. the only time we waste is the time we spend thinking we are alone.
...lost love is still love, Eddie. It takes a different form, that's all. You can't see their smile or bring them food or tousle their hair or move them around a dance floor. But when those senses weaken, another heightens. Memory. Memory becomes your partner. You nurture it. You hold it. You dance with it.
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