What are you supposed to do with all the love you have for somebody if that person is no longer there? What happens to all that leftover love? Do you suppress it? Do you ignore it? Are you supposed to give it to someone else?
Maggie O’Farrell, After You’d Gone (via larmoyante)
I thought long and hard about this. Give it to yourself.
this is why i love nicknames. Because then when it’s serious time, and they person calls the other person by their REAL name, you know that they are either terrified, 100% not joking, or extremely worried.