I love you. Remember. And someday, I will find you again.

Eventually she came. She appeared suddenly, exactly like she'd done that day- she stepped into the sunshine, she jumped, she laughed and threw her head back, so her long ponytail nearly grazed the waistband of her jeans. After that, I couldn't think about anything else. The mole on the inside of her right elbow, like a dark blot of ink. The way she ripped her nails to shreds when she was nervous. Her eyes, deep as a promise. Her stomach, pale and soft and gorgeous, and the tiny dark cavity of her belly button. I nearly went crazy.

Through wind, and tempest, storm, and rain; The calm shall be buried inside of me; A warm stone, heavy and dry; The root, the source, a weapon against pain

But that's the problem with love - it acts on you, works through you, resists your attempts to control.

You came form different starts and you'll come to different ends.

only when it rains. and sometimes, too, when i remember.

When he speaks again, I can tell that he's smiling. "So I guess we saved each other.