He put his hands on her shoulders and kissed her full on the mouth. His skin was wet with rain. When she didn't pull away, he took her face between his hands and kissed her again, on her forehead, on her nose, on her mouth once more. "You will come, won't you? Promisse!" he whispered.
Cornelia FunkeChildren are caterpillars and adults are butterflies. No butterfly ever remembers what it felt like being a caterpillar.
Cornelia Funke