Holding Eleanor’s hand was like holding a butterfly. Or a heartbeat. Like holding something complete, and completely alive.
If you remember me, then I don’t care if everyone else forgets.
It is a curious thought, but it is only when you see people looking ridiculous that you realize just how much you love them.
There is always some madness in love. But there is also always some reason in madness.
Therefore, dear Sir, love your solitude and try to sing out with the pain it causes you. For those who are near you are far away… and this shows that the space around you is beginning to grow vast…. be happy about your growth, in which of course you can’t take anyone with you, and be gentle with those who stay behind; be confident and…
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