"I’ll tell you one true thing. I can’t remember what my life was before you. I can’t remember what any of it meant."
"Maybe you were just waiting. Maybe we both were."
|—||Larkrise To Candleford|
Teddy Roosevelt’s diary entry from the day his wife died. He never spoke of her death again.
This reminds me of the saying…Don’t love anyone that can be taken away from you….
everyone wants to be loved.