Hold your breath, make a wish, count to three.

"I miss my sister. Every night at ten or so she used to call me on the phone and when I asked her why, she'd tell me that her body told her she wanted to hear my voice. I miss my sister. The smell of her shampoo, the way she could always convince me to read her another book. When you love someone like I loved her, they're a part of you. It's like you're attached by this invisible teather and no matter how far away you are, you can always feel them. And now every time I reach for that teather, I know there is no one on the other end and I feel like I'm falling into nothingness. Then I rememebr Jean. I remember a life met with no enemies, no resentments, no regrets, and I'm inspired to get up out of bed and go on. I miss my sister so much. It feels like a piece of me has been ripped off. Just one more time, I want to hold her. Ten more seconds, is that too much to ask? For ten more seconds to hold her. But I can't and I won't. And the only thing keeping me from being swallowed whole by sadness, is that Jean would kill me if I did. So for now, I'm just gonna miss her. I love you Jeanie. Rest in peace." - Glee

I'm going to rewrite that amazing quote so it can fit my situation a bit more. It does pretty much but it's not a death that I'm dealing with. I just gotta change a few sentences and replace a few names. Here goes...

I miss Dylan. Every night at nine or so, he used to call me on the phone. I didn't have to ask why but I loved hearing the sound of his voice every time. I miss Dylan. The smell of his sweatshirts and the way he could always convince me to not make him go to bed for a little while longer if he was falling asleep on me. When you love someone like I loved him, they're a part of you. It's like you're attached by this invisible teather and no matter how far away you are, you can always feel them. And now, every time I reach for that teather, I know there is no one on the other end and I feel liek I'm falling into nothingness. Then I remember Dylan. I remember the late Friday nights, the silly who loves who more fights, all of our time together and I smile. Remembering helps me get up out of bed in the morning and go on. I miss Dylan so much. It feels like a piece of me has been ripped off. Just one more time I want us to hold each other. Ten more seconds, is that too much to ask? For ten more seconds to hold each other. But I can't and I won't. The only thing that is keeping me from being swallowed whole by sadness is that my friends need me and would kill me if I did. So for now, I can only miss him. I love you, Dylan. No matter what.

Yeah... ANYWAY. Here is a quote from a book that Victoria mentioned in health class that I was not be rewriting. It's perfect by itself.

"The seat of love should be in liver. Heart muscle is tough. Every attempt to repair a liver opens up new wounds until it's ruined." - From the book Animal Dreams

I really like this quote. It's true, too. There isn't much to say about it. I just really like it.