He'd pushed her. He'd scared her. He'd besieged her. He'd vowed he wouldn't, and he did.

He took her hand and they started walking toward the baggage claim. They didn't say anything to each other. They swung their held hands like little kids, like they believed anything could happen, like they might take off soaring into the air. All the things you wanted to happen could happen. Why not?

Knowing where she was in the world, even if he never touched her, gave him a deep satisfaction, and he half despised himself for being satisfied with so little.

Their friendship was only one aspect of their lives but it seemed to give meaning to all the others.

Tibby's wish would be to hold on to the idea of love even in the face of darkest doubt. Because that was the way in which she failed. Not once, but again and again.

Everyone is fragile. Everything beautiful is fragile

Do you have any idea how much I've loved you?