"He lived with two voices: one for the world and one just for me.
Later I found out that every single one of the string of sandalwood beads that he never left his hand was his heart that had been broken once. And I decided to use all the time I had to warm them up one by one, and hold them tightly.
Because to love someone is to love everything about him, including those pieces that he thinks are not worthy of being loved. "
