Did you have kids? I did. A kid. A daughter. What was she like?She was sweet. She didn’t have a mean bone in her body. Is that why she isn’t here now? Yeah. Do you miss her? Every day. Would you miss me?
“Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don’t know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of withering, of tarnishing.”