Everything I have become, everything I will ever accomplish cannot compare to my most impressive feat:I have loved youfiercelyand assiduously with the very marrow inside my bones. So that when I die, they can crack them to find you there. So that when I die, they can open me upland see your name tattooed on the wall of my heart. So that when I die, my epitaph will neither commemorate who I was nor what I did, but will read:“She loved. And loved. And loved.” And so, I smile now, because that is no small thing.