“Just breathe,” my mom would say. “Ten tiny breaths … Seize them. Feel them. Love them.”
“What’s wrong is that every morning and every night, I lie in bed wondering why you’re not beside me.”
“I'll make you whole again, Kacey. I promise you, I will.”
“You don't want me, Ben. I'm seven layers of fucked up with a side of bullshit.”
“Out past isn't who we are. I'm me and you're you and that's who we need to be.”
“Hope. Hope that something beautiful may come from this tragic story.
Fear. Fear that it won’t.
Forgiveness … forgiveness.”
“Do You think it matters if they're tiny or deep? he asked. Well, if they're not tiny breaths and they're not deep breaths, then they're just ... breaths. Then you're just breathing for the sake of ... breathing.
... Seize them. Feel them. Love them ...”
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