.. to not feel like you have entered a room till he looks at you, touches your hand, even makes a joke at your expense. Lets everyone know you're with him. You're his..
(from P.S. I love you)
So much struggle for meaning, for purpose. And in the end, we find it only in each other. Our shared experience of the fantastic and the mundane. The simple human need to find a kindred. To connect. And to know in our hearts... that we are not alone.
~ Heroes
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