“But, Sam, understand that even the most breathtaking of blooms pales in the face of a comet in the sky. The once-in-several-lifetimes explosion of a supernova.” Daphne clutched her hand so tight her bones creaked. Sam reveled in the ache. “If you think your looks are what make you beautiful, you’re wrong. You could have no arms and no legs and slither about blindly on your belly like an eel and I would still find myself utterly and completely enchanted by you. You, Samantha Cooper, are a phenomenon. The passage of time? Matters little to me. But it will matter to you.”
