“People think we’re in love,” I said to her on a walk one day. And she said, “They’re right.” “You know what I mean,” I said. “What do you think love is anyway?” she said. “I guess I don’t know,” I said. “You know the best part—” she said, “walking around like this and feeling good about everything. If you missed the rest of it, I certainly wouldn’t cry for you.”
