excerpts from P.S. I LOVE YOU---*holly held the blue cotton sweater to her face and the familiar smell immediately struck her, an overwhenming grief knotting her stomach and pulling at her heart. pins and needles ran up the back of her neck and a lump in her throat threatened to choke her. panic took over. apart from the low hum of the fridge and the occasional moaning of the pipes,the house was quiet. she was alone. bile rose in her throat and she ran to the bathroom, where she collapsed to her knees before the toilet.gerry was gone and he would never be back. that was the reality. she would never again run her fingers through his soft hair, never share a secret joke across the table at a dinner party, never cry to him when she got home form a hard day at work and just needed a hug, she would never share a bed with him again, never be woken up by his fits of sneezes each morning, never laugh with him so much her stomach would ache, never fight with him about whose turn it was to get up and turn the bedroom light off. all that was left was a bundle of memories, and an image of his face that became more and more vague each day...---*for the first time since gerry died, the three of them laughed and talked about him all night, and holly finally learned how to talk about her husband without feeling sad. it used to be the four of them together: holly, gerry, sharon and john. this time only three of them gathered to remember the the only one they had lost. with all the talk, he became alive for them, all that night, and soon they would be four again, with the arrival of sharon and john's baby.life went on.i am seriously+totally in loved with this book! all that descriptions and everything. wah seh.
couldn't remember how many a times i weeped while reading those lines of words and yadayada. :'( i could almost feel the pain you know? that was how powerful the writer was. able to sway my emotions.
on the verge of finishing already! give me 2 more hours~ ;D
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