“Love her, love her, love her! If she favours you, love her. If she wounds you, love her. If she tears your heart to pieces—and as it gets older and stronger, it will tear deeper—love her, love her, love her!”
I must’ve watched it a hundred times when I was trying to find you. Over, over, and over again. Looking for some clue. There. It was those tiles. Those are what… what led me to you. You flatlined in the ambulance on the way to the hospital. Completely. For three whole… minutes, you were dead.
“I was trying to figure out a way that she was seeing some big thing that we couldn’t see. There is some sort of a logic or sense to it, even though it’s grandiose. Her little details seem crazy, but after she has charted out everything physically that was in her mind, then we can actually see why it makes sense to her.” –Meredith Stiehm