I’m not sure what to call these, but I’m calling them clippings.
“Don’t worry you’re young, you’ll love again.” She tried to console
He looked at her thoughtfully, drying his eyes, considering this.
“Life is full of many different kinds of love, each of them as unique
and different as the person you loved. Even if we were to get back
together, the love we had is forever gone. Changed. Different. It will
never be the same. I’m not crying because I fear I’ll never love again,
I cry because I’m mourning this very unique and special love we shared that’s forever gone.”
~An excerpt from a book I’ll never write