And that's what makes you angry. What makes you hate. You don't want to believe that sometimes bad things happen just because they do.
You're it for me, Katie. You're my world now.
I see what grief does, how it strips you bare, shows you all the things you don't want to know. That loss doesn't end, that there isn't a moment where you are done, when you can neatly put it away and move on.
When someone you love...when they die, you want it undone. You'd do anything to have them back, and it's easy to believe that if only this had happened or that had happened, everything would be fine. And that's what makes you angry. What makes you ha...
I always thought of grief as a blow that took everything out of you. And it is like that. But it stays, past that first hard hit. It stays and blows its breath into you. It's always there, reminding you of what you've lost. What's gone.
If you're around someone who makes you feel good, you have to go for it. Don't hold back.
Chemistry's a tricky thing, and if I'm not feeling it, I'm not gonna pretend.
Katie, when I saw you again, there was nothing I wanted to do more than stand by your side for the rest of my life.
Well if it isn't little miss 'Call Me Maybe' back from the dead.
