Would you guys choose to walk away from possibly the most incredible encounter of your lifetime just because you had to let it go sooner then you wanted? Just because you knew that it would never be?

She didn’t need hope anymore because she knew the things you wanted weren’t necessarily the things that you needed. She knew that the things that were meant to be just happened. You couldn’t control them like she once thought.

Dying was misery. Death was that period at the end of the sentence.

She promised him she would love him until she was physically unable to anymore and then after when all she could do was hold his photograph.