What do you want from me?" he asks.
What I want from every person in my life, I want to tell him.
More.

But grief makes a monster out of us sometimes . . . and sometimes you say and do things to the people you love that you can't forgive yourself for.

Maybe memories should be left the way they are.

Do I have to be here to belong to you?' Froi asked. 'Can't I belong to you wherever I am?

Hold my hand because I might disappear.

Play me something that makes me feel;
This soul inside me is made of steel.
Brain is breathing, but heart’s not beating
And, babe, I need you to make things real.
Walk inside me without silence,
Kill the past and change the tense.
Empty gnawing and the ache is soaring;
Take me places that make more sense.