When I walk, I walk with you. Where I go, you're with me always.

...he had a way of taking your hand which made it clear he'd have to be the one to let go."

From Alice Hoffman's "Local Girls", pg.102.

They weren't true stories; they were better than that.

When I walk, I walk with you. Where I go, you're with me always.

You want to know what love is? Its the thing that ruins you.

That's the way love sounds, my mother told me. You think it should feel like honey, but instead it cuts like a knife.