The things we do for a love like this are ugly, mad, full of sweat and regret. This love burns you and maims you, and twists you inside out. It is a monstrous love, and it makes monsters of us all.
Love is a beautiful thing. When you find it, the whole world tastes like daffodil daydream. So you gotta hold on to love. Tight! And never let go. Don’t make the same mistakes I did, got it? Or else the whole world tastes like Mama June after hot yoga.
I’m in all of it. I’m the darkness and the light, I’m the sunshine and the storm. Yes, you’re right. I was there in her laugh, but I’m also here now in your pain. I’m the reason for everything. I am the only “why.” Don’t try and live without me, Howard. Please don’t.[to Howard as Love]
Without hope or agenda – Just because it’s Christmas – And at Christmas you tell the truth – To me, you are perfect – And my wasted heart will love you.