"I'll take that," I said.
"No, it's fragile," she said.
"Ah, your heart!" I quipped.
To the man who taught me how to love.
Erich Wolf Segal
June 16, 1937 – January 17, 2010
People like these will never die.
Because they left their legacies
not in their words but in the hearts
of us lonely lovers.
He gave me something to live for
and something worth waking up another day for.
He wasn't just a writer. He was a fighter. A philosopher. A man who lived as his words.
A million thank yous will never suffice.
You will never die.
You never could.