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“I think sometimes we stop taking care of things… not because they didn’t matter.” He paused, and tore a handful of weeds from the earth, root and all. “But because they did. And we don’t know how to look at them, or even be in the presence of them, without hurting.”

"All I could do was press our joined hands to my lips, slow and deliberate, a gesture that I hoped said, I see you. I see you and I’m still here."

“My dad used to say he and my mom were made of the same dust.” I smiled, the memory warm enough to soothe the ache in my chest. “The first time I asked what he meant, he said, ‘Like the gods shaped them from the same star, the same handful of stardust, and laced their bones with the memory of it.’”

"That's what real love, real partnership looks like. Two people, who make even the most boring things beautiful, just by doing them together."