When's the next star party?"
"Spring"
"Spring. Long time to wait."
"The sky's not going anywhere.

“It seemed we were no longer separate, but were one.”

“Whos love do you cherrish more? Hers or theirs? when you deside that, it's all …”

“She might be pointing to a doorway, or a person, or the sky. But such things we…”

“I'm always afraid. Is that what love is—fear?”