"I looked at the sky just to see what it felt like. I pretended I was pausing before telling him about the secret feeling of joy I hide in my chest, waiting, waiting, waiting for someone to notice that I rise each morning, seemingly with nothing to live for, but I do rise, and it is only because of this secret joy, God's love, in my chest. I looked down from the sky and into his eyes and I said, 'It wasn't your fault'... I moved his hair out of his face. I put my hand under his nose and felt gentle, even breaths. I pressed my lips to his ear and whispered again, 'It's not your fault'. Perhaps this was really the only thing I had ever wanted to say to anyone, and be told."

-Miranda July