Because it's magic, this place . . . beautiful. And you're beautiful . . . beautifully separate. It all fits.

You saw me before I saw you. You had that look in your eyes, as if you wanted something. Wanted it for a long time.

The sun was bobbing on the horizon, just peeking over. Its light shimmered on the sand behind you, making your body look like it was glowing … like it had a kind of aura.

I mean, that star over there is blinking at me madly now, but for how long? An hour or two, or for the next million years? And how long will we sit here like this? Just another moment, or the rest of our lives? You know which one I'd prefer.

You saw me before I saw you. In the airport, that day in August, you had that look in your eyes, as though you wanted something from me, as though you’d wanted it for a long time. No one had ever looked at me like that before, with that kind of intensity. It unsettled me, surprised me, I guess. Those blue, blue eyes, icy blue, looking back at me as if I could warm them up. They’re pretty powerful, you know, those eyes, pretty beautiful, too.

There were tiny stars behind my eyelids, a whole galaxy of tiny, spinning stars.

The people we care for aren't always the one we should