I think how close I came to never knowing you. If I’d done one little thing differently and we never met, I wonder how different things would be. Could it be that I’d care about someone else as much as I care about you? Or would I feel as though something were missing, even though I’d never be able to know what it was?

I loved her not for the way she danced with my angels, but for the way the sound of her name could silence my demons.