Parissa, I've Been Horrible:

When people get sick and need some sort of transplant, they turn to family members, those closest to them, to donate something of their own. You know that I would, without second thought, rip my body open and pluck whatever you needed, like a parent would do for their child, a sister would do for a sister. And it would work, because it always works. I would take the love I made and stick into your heart, pumping your blood.

"This is love isn't it? When you notice someone's absence and hate that absence more than anything? More, even than you love her presence?"

I miss you all the time. Hell, you placed your hands on my mother's stomach when she was pregnant with me and eighteen years later I still can’t express how important it is to have you. I want to do everything and will do anything humanely possible to make this life easier, better, more simple. You name it; I’ll kill myself trying. I love you.