And you're in me. It's like you're a disease. It's like I am infected by Mark Sloan. And I just can't-- I can't think about anything or anybody, and I can't sleep. I can't breathe. I can't eat. And I love you. I love you all the time. Just every minute of everyday :(
there is always something to look forward to, something to be grateful for, something to hold on to, something to be proud of, something to live for. there are so many reasons to keep going, so much more life ahead of you.