All these things I wish I could tell you, they’re coming out a little at a time. Not to you, but coming out all the same.
Cormac McCarthy, The Road
Sometimes I have the strangest feeling about you. Especially when you are near me as you are now. It feels as though I had a string tied here under my left rib where my heart is, tightly knotted to you in a similar fashion. And when you go, with all that distance between us, I am afraid that this cord will be snapped, and I shall bleed inwardly.
Sometimes I don’t even know if I’m extremely happy or extremely sad. It happens a lot when I think of you.
Antonia Michaelis, The Storyteller