““So,” said my friend over a cup of coffee, “what is it about her?” I blinked at the sudden question, and thoughts of her began to flood my mind. Was it her smile, or the way she would sneeze like a little hamster? Was it her compassion, or the sound of her laughter? “Well?” The question alone was enough to break me out of my reverie. “A lot of things but most of all,” I finally gave my answer, “She helps me to catch my breath.””
— Lukas W. // Forgotten Words #217 // Her
