I watched, hoping she wouldn't come out too broke. It's all you can do for people sometimes, no matter how much you love them.

We are all somewhere else, during.

It's the love that goes through the hardest trials and survives that's worth having.

How rarely these few years, as work keeps up aloof,
Or fares, or one thing or another,
How we had days to spend under our parents' roof;
Myself, my sister, and my brother.

All five of us will die; to reckon from the past
This flesh and blood is unforgiving.
What's hard is that just one of us will be the last
To bear it all and go on living.

She won’t love again in the same unbridled way; she’ll never feel the sharp brightness of her own personality when he gazes upon her, when he draws a spotlight over her and she responds, fully illuminated.

She told me that she loved me.
She told me that everything would be okay.
She told me to let go; so I did.