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448 pages, Kindle Edition
First published February 23, 2018

You never feel the dark until your light is gone.

My light—gone.
Live.
Me.
I did. That was why I was dying.
I cupped his face.
“When I give myself to you again, I want you to have someone that’s whole, not be picking through my fragments.
He took my hand in his and brought the inside of my wrist to his lips. My always poetic Blake let the most beautiful words caress the delicate skin.
“I wouldn’t care if you were particles of dust scattered in grains of sand. I’d still fix you.”
”I’d rather die loving you for even one more day than walk around in this purgatory.”
One would think that, without a heart, you’d feel less. But I’d have to rebut that argument. I now knew it to be a falsity because I felt much, much more. I was feeling . . . everything.
”You're my breath when I feel like I'm suffocating, the life in my veins. I live and breathe you.”


“With every beat of my heart and pump of blood through my veins, I live and breathe you.”
“I wouldn’t care if you were particles of dust scattered in grain of sand. I’d still fix you.”
“For the yesterdays lost and the tomorrows I wasn’t sure we would see, I held him for today and hoped it’d be for eternity.”
"There was no clinical term for what I had. I had death, plain and simple. When your heart beat but for the simple passage of blood through your needy veins, you were no longer alive."
"I was a fighter. the burn in my veins reminded me. So why not fight for the thing that mattered most--the war of my heart."