Remember who loved you no matter how fucked up in the head you were.
I am fascinated by people who are themselves.
I mean, they say you die twice. One time when you stop breathing and a second time, a bit later on, when somebody says your name for the last time.
I think about you. But I don’t say it anymore.
― Marguerite Duras, Hiroshima, Mon Amour (1959)
If two points are destined to touch, the universe will always find a way to make the connection - even when all hope seems to be lost. Certain ties cannot be broken. They define who we are - and who we can become. Across space, across time, among paths we cannot predict - nature always finds a way.