“This is the part. The part that feels like a piece of me dies every time I have to leave him. You see, I know what I have and for a while I won’t have it; the only person on this earth who understands my quietness, who understands my innate sadness, and never asks me the dreaded questions; “What is wrong with you? Why aren’t you talking?” Because he just… gets it. And lets me be this melancholic thing while assuring me that wherever his heart is beating in this world, it will always be beating in unison with mine.”
Book:Forlorn