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I used to think loving someone happened slowly and gradually, like building a Jenga tower one piece at a time. But realizing you are in love isn't the act of placing the final block on top. It's the rush of the tower falling down.
- •My name sounded different when he said it, somehow more beautiful and sure.
- •He made universal things seem intimate and personal. Lyrics and humor and my favorite characters reminded me of him. He was a manifestation of art.
- •I could listen to him tell stories about his day for hours. He captured my attention more fully than any of my friends who I already admire and adore