Do I love you? My God, if your love were a grain of sand, mine would be a universe of beaches.

She could have rambled with all the fervor of a woman who had loved one entity for longer than most races live, and with the inviolable, unquestioned certainty found in dementia. There were references dated and sealed with meticulous care which she would have enthusiastically opened with the mirth of one proclaiming a lifetime of honors and awards. But that singular event was freshly disturbed; its pores still drifted on the faint zephyr of remembrance.

turn him into stars and form a constellation in his image. His face will make the heavens so beautiful that the world will fall in love with the night and forget about the garish sun.

I was in love, and the feeling was even more wonderful than I ever imagined it could be.

Adoration isn't love.

You are the most important thing to me now. The most important thing to me ever.