'Well, I'll tell ye, Sassenach, “graceful” is possibly not the first word that springs to mind at the thought of you.' He slipped an arm behind me, one hand large and warm around my silk clad shoulder. 'But I talk to you as I talk to my own soul,' he said, turning me to face him. He reached up and cupped my cheek, fingers light on my temple. 'And Sassenach,' he whispered, 'your face is my heart.'
My grandpa has Alzheimer’s so he has no idea who my grandma is but everyday for the last three or four months he brings her in flowers from their garden and asks her to run away with him and be his wife and everyday she says she already is and everyday the smile my grandpa gets on his face is the most beautiful heartfelt thing I have ever seen.
Always remember that being loved is something earned, not guaranteed. If someone wants to stand by you on your worst day, you’ve earned it.
A broken heart is never pretty.