Primeiro os aniversários, as festas, balões coloridos, bailes de debutante, as noites em claro. Depois os casamentos, amores e nascimentos. Por fim, os funerais, as camas de hospitais. Todos rumo ao acaso sem nunca ter escolhido. Não é questão de sorte, é jogo vencido.
I love you. I am so in love with you. You’re in me. You’re like— it’s like you’re a disease. It’s like I am infected by Mark Sloan and I just can’t think about anything or anybody and I can’t sleep. I can’t breathe. I can’t eat. And I love you. I love you all the time. Every minute of every day. I love you. God, that feels good to just say that. I feel so much better. I love you.
