mediumsizedamericanheart:

Oh Lord, grant that I shall never seek so much to be consoled as to console, to be understood as to understand, or to be loved as to love with all my heart.

Bastogne

That's a gift from god.

Hey, Gene, you called me Babe.

Tell me where’s your hiding place
I’m worried I’ll forget your face
I’ve asked everyone
I’m beginning to think I imagined you all along

Oh Lord, grant that I shall never seek so much to be consoled as to console, to be understood as to understand, or to be loved as to love with all my heart.

everyone becomes a memory at some point