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“I watch him in the kitchen, and I think of how much it hurts to love somebody. How deep the hurt is, how almost unbearable. It’s not the love that hurts; it’s the possibility of anything happening to the object of your love.”

“The little things? The little moments? — They aren’t little.”

Yes, there is a place / where someone loves you both before / and after they learn what you are.

“I’m not everything I want to be, but I’m more than I was, and I am still learning. I’m happy. Just sitting here. Knowing I have a few friends. Knowing I have a dream to work on. Knowing I have somewhere to go if it starts raining. A pillow to rest my head on. Someone to call when I get lonely. Nature to walk in, pure air, early mornings, seasons and weather. This is enough. This is more than enough. And most of all, I am enough. Everything changed when I forgave myself.”