"And, in the end… The love you take is equal to the love you make."
"ethereal, adj. — You leaned your head into mine, and I leaned my head into yours. Dancing cheek to cheek. Revolving slowly, eyes closed, heartbeat measure, nature’s hum. It lasted the length of an old song, and then we stopped, kissed, and my heart stayed there, just like that."
"I could have every single part of your body pressed against mine and I’d still say ‘pull me closer’."