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Sometimes a relationship is hard to explain. Not friends. Not enemies. Just two strangers with some memories.

Start now. Start where you are. Start with fear. Start with pain. Start with doubt. Start with hands shaking. Start with voice trembling but start. Start and don’t stop. Start where you are, with what you have. Just … start.

There’s no way around grief and loss: you can dodge all you want, but sooner or later you just have to go into it, through it, and, hopefully, come out the other side. The world you find there will never be the same as the world you left.

We are sun and moon, dear friend; we are sea and land. It is not our purpose to become each other; it is to recognize each other, to learn to see the other and honor him for what he is: each the other’s opposite and complement.

“I’m not afraid of death; I just don’t want to be there when it happens.”

And somedays I miss everyone who has ever left, all at once

Speech is of three kinds: the first comes from the desire of the self, the second from reason, and the third from love.