May The Best Man Win That's About

And The Sound Of Your Heart," He Continued. "it's The Most Significant Sound In My World. I'm So Attuned To It Now, I Swear I Could Pick It Out From Miles Away. But Neither Of These Things Matter. This," He Said, Taking My Face In His Hands. "you. That's What I'm Keeping. You'll Always Be My Bella, You'll Just Be A Little More Durable.

For One Half Second, I Wondered What It Would Feel Like To Put My Hand In The Fire. What It Would Feel Like When I Burned.

I Was An Empty Shell. Like A Vacant House―condemned―for Months I'd Been Utterly Uninhabitable. Now I Was A Little Improved. The Front Room Was In Better Repair. But That Was All―just The One Small Piece. He Deserved Better Than That―better Than A One-room, Falling-down Fixer-upper. No Amount Of Investment On His Part Could Put Me Back In Working Order.

We Did Not Hope For The Same Things, But We All Hoped.

After A Few Decades, Everyone You Know Will Be Dead. Problem Solved.