And to my soul mate, who has been with me all along, but is absent from my side.

Soul mates don’t finally meet somewhere at a certain place at a certain time, they’re in each other, all along.

And to my soul mate,” he raises his glass, “who has been with me all along, but is absent from my side.

My love for you is a million heartbeats deep.

I think a part of me wanted to keep them, because it was a sign of my journey––where I'd been and how far I'd come. But, I don't need the physical reminder." ~Holliday

A truly great work of art breaks beyond the bounds of the period and culture in which it is created, so final judgement on a current book has to be deferred until it can be seen outside this present moment.