“She cries harder and I know I should hug her, comfort her in some way, but I'm selfishly counting the pieces of my heart that lie on the floor around me. One for every touch. One for every kiss. One… — Cheryl McIntyre Copy Share Image
“I didn't know if I should hug him, and he didn't seem to know if he should hug me, so we just sort of stood there not touching, which to be honest is my preferred form of greeting.” — John Green Copy Share Image
