Till we meet again, my heart awaits you.” “till we meet again, you will trouble my dreams” - Alice Borchardt

Everybody always knows where they stand with you, don't they?

Love doesn’t go away because we want it to, but remains even when it becomes a searing pain, leaving the heart a desert of bitter remorse and grief for joy, a happiness that once has been and now never could return. There had been a time when simply to touch this little bit of linen he held now so casually brought every aching moment of that love back. The sense of desolate pain-drenched loss traveled up his arm, enclosing his heart like a set of icy fingers. A time when to look upon what it held was unbearable

He is tremendously strong, she thought, and liked the idea, even as she had feared that strength when she first met him