But never in the four hundred years now since I was born, have I ever seen anything to make me doubt whether God exists in some form or the other. Not even the reflection in the mirror.

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

“I'm a pro at weird.”

“What am I going to do with you? Yesterday I kiss you, and you attack me! Today …”

“His familiar husky voice sent a wave of wistfulness through me. A thousand memo…”