Before I die, I want to be somebody’s favorite hiding place, the place they can put everything they know they need to survive, every secret, every solitude, every nervous prayer, and be absolutely certain I will keep it safe. I will keep it safe.
When you love someone, you get this warm and fuzzy feeling. You look forward to each day just waiting to form memories with them. Even though it’s uncertain how long this feeling will last, you learn to appreciate every moment of it.