I hug him tightly. “I can’t imagine my life without you, Christian. I love you so much it frightens me.†“Me, too,†he breathes. “My life would be empty without you. I love you so much.
If music be the food of love, play on; Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. That strain again! it had a dying fall: O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour!