“I don’t want to say goodbye,” I told him. “I never want to say goodbye.” “Then let’s just say goodnight.” A small smirk fell to his lips as he spoke to me. “Good night, good night. Parting is such sweet sorrow.” My smile grew, and the butterflies he’d always delivered me came back in full force. “That I shall say good night till it be tomorrow,” I finished the Romeo and Juliet line.
