But I'd do it again. I know that now. I'd make that promise a thousand times over and lose her a thousand times over to have heard her play last night or to see her in the morning sunlight. Or even without that. Just to know that she's somewhere out there. Alive.
Gayle FormanSleep would be so welcome. A warm blanket of black to erase everything else. Sleep without dreams.
Gayle FormanYou?' is all I can manage to choke out. 'Always me,' she replies softly, bashfully. 'Who else?
Gayle FormanMy first impulse is not to grab her or kiss her or yell at her. I simple want to touch her cheek, still flushed from the night's performance. I want to cut through the space that separates us, measured in feet-not miles, not continents, not years-and to take a callused finger to her face.
Gayle Forman