âThis is how we heal. I will kiss you like forgiveness. You will hold me like Iâm hope. Our arms will bandage and we will press promises between us like flowers in a book. I will write sonnets to the salt of sweat on your skin. I will write novels to the scar on your nose. I will write a dictionary of all the words I have used trying to describe the way it feels to have finally, finally found you.â
â Clementine von Radics, from âMouthful of Foreversâ, Mouthful of Forevers (Andrew McMeel, 2015)



















