You know, one of those things I used to try and remember, lying in my cot, was the sound of my husband’s laugh.
people disappear all the time. young girls run away from home, children stray from their parents and they’re never seen again, housewives take the grocery money and a taxi to the train station. most are found eventually.
disappearances after all, have explanations. usually.
It isn’t fair, the privileges we are given…or the prices we must pay for them.
claire beauchamp - randall,
promise that you’ll return t o m e;
i will, frank randall, I promise
It is not me she wants her son to marry, it is my claim. No one will ever marry me for love.
Gaius and Six in Battlestar Galactica: Miniseries Part 1
Do you love me, Gaius?