You’re not friends. You’ll never be friends. You’ll be in love ‘til it kills you both. You’ll fight, and you’ll shag, and you’ll hate each other 'til it makes you quiver, but you’ll never be friends.

A wonderful pair of letters from Johnny to June. One on the occasion of her birthday 65th birthday, and the other shortly after her death in 2003. In the first he writes:

“Happy birthday, Princess, We get old and get use to each other. We think alike. We read each others minds. We know what the other wants without asking. Sometimes we irritate each other a little bit. Maybe sometimes take each other for granted.

But once in awhile, like today, I meditate on it and realize how lucky I am to share my life with the greatest woman I ever met. You still fascinate and inspire me. You influence me for the better. You’re the object of my desire, the #1 Earthly reason for my existence. I love you very much.”

In the second … well … just take a look for yourself.  - Nell

Listen to the Fresh Air Interview with Johnny Cash.  

He’s the kind of guy that sort of needs a hug, but he doesn’t want anyone to watch you giving him a hug. And if you offer him a hug, he’ll probably stab you.

Norman Reedus

Nobody ever took Daryl for the kind of guy who would necessarily like being hugged, or give other people hugs, especially with other people watching. But you know what?

He did all of that with Carol. 

And you know what else he did that he never, ever does?

Drop his guard.

He knew that the cannibals were probably on their trail. He knew that hordes of walkers could be approaching. But he didn’t care when he saw Carol - because all that mattered to him was getting her in his arms as soon as possible. 

And that’s huge for Daryl. He’s not the kind of guy that lets people hug him, let alone give hugs, but with Carol, he is. 

He’s not one to drop his guard, even when he’s in a relatively safe environment, but with Carol, he does - and in a dangerous environment. He has never done any of this for anyone else - but Carol’s the exception. 

She’s the one he runs to, she’s the one that brings him to cry tears of joy for the first time, she’s the one that he wants to cling to and not let go (he doesn’t let go until she starts to pull away), and she’s the one that makes him get so overwhelmed that he does this huge display of intimacy and affection in front of eleven other people. 

This is a side of him that only Carol is capable of bringing out. Pretty much the entire group sees Daryl, the guy they think of as tough and gruff, completely melt in Carol’s arms. And it’s Carol that can break this façade of his by simply being alive - only Carol.

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Love… is nothing like the fairy-tales you grow up dreaming of. Love is weird; love is dumb; love is strange, and that’s what makes it love.

Galavant; lyrics from “It’s love”.

Never a truer word spoken.