"David thought books existed to stop you from feeling lonely. If I could, I’d say to David that living those days with him reminded me what life is like instead of being a relief from it. And i’d tell him it made me feel much less alone."
When you love somebody, you trade souls with them. They get a piece of yours, and you get a piece of theirs. But when your love dies,a little piece of you dies with them. That’s why you hurt so bad. But that little piece of him is still inside you, and he can use your eyes to see the world.