B.K. Borison

And isn’t it silly, to love the way someone’s things look like next to yours? Little bits and pieces of a life lived in parallel

Just because you let yourself love someone, doesn't mean they’re going to leave.”

He twists it lightly and tugs once. “I know you can take care of yourself. You’ve been doing that as long as I’ve known you. But let me hold your hand while you do it, okay?”