Irene

“Parksy, you’re not just my first thought, you’re willfully my second one and my third one and every other thereafter, because when I am dead”–grimace over at her for saying the D-word–“Sorry. But when I am, that’s what they’ll say about me. That I loved you. That I still love you. That even if I die, when I die, and I’m old and I’m ready and god willing you’ve died first because otherwise–up front,” I turn to our friends and family. “–sorry to everyone.” I turn back to her. “If I die, when I die, it will echo through space and through time, and it’ll brush up against the edge of this universe and press into the next one that I loved you more than anything.”
― Jessa Hastings, Magnolia Parks: Into the Dark