And he is - Oh, Well! He is just himself, and I miss him, and miss him, and miss him. The whole world seems empty and aching. I hate the moonlight because it's beautiful and he isn'there to see it with me. But maybe you've loved somebody too, and you know? If you have, I don't need to explain; and if you havn't, I can't explain.
- Daddy Long Legs, Jean Webster