"If there was one thing I could save from the fire,
he said, the broken arms of the sycamore,
the eucalyptus still trying to climb out of the yard -
your breath on my neck like a music that holds
my hands down, kisses as they burn their way
along my spine -or rain, our bodies wet,
clothes clinging arm to elbow, clothes clinging
nipple to groin - I'll be right here. I'm waiting." -- Richard Siken, Saying Your Names
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LIZ VO: We try to live responsible, logical lives. But we can’t tell our hearts how to feel. Sometimes our hearts lead us to places we never thought we wanted to go. And sometimes are hearts can be the sweetest, gentlest things we have. Sometimes are hearts can make us feel miserable, angry, excited and confused. All at once. But at least my heart is open. And I’m writing again. I’m feeling. I’m breathing.
“I don’t think I ever really loved anyone, until Luke. I saw this guy in front of me who was a real…man. He was solid, and he was strong. He would protect me, but he, he got me. I knew all of that when we started dating. But that moment, when I realized how much he cared for Rory, that was it. Suddenly I knew I was ready.”