Q Gaines
[Two pieces of pink stationary left beside Quinn's hospital bed, written in feminine hand, along with a flash drive with one, two, three songs on it.]
Hopefully something here helps?
"Hope" is the thing with feathers -- That perches in the soul -- And sings the tune without the words -- And never stops -- at all --
I like the way you smile at me, as if it was just you and me and no one else. I like how that feels, too -- it being just us and no one else in the world.
The Definition of Beauty is That Definition is none -- Of Heaven, easing Analysis, Since Heaven and He are one.
You make me feel safe just by existing. Like nothing can hurt me, as long as you’re there.
And when I touch you I feel happy, inside.
When you're around, my heart sings. Which is a silly thing to say, but it's true. I get butterflies in my chest, and it feels like I can barely hold them there. It hurts and feels wonderful, all at the same time. I guess I just want you to know that I like you very much.