His voice grew quieter, less playful and more serious. “How silly she was, so completely absurd—yet within me a feeling awakened and stirred. It’s as wide as the heavens and nearly as deep. And this thing she awoke in me never shall sleep. And the stars will shine down, and our course they will chart—for they know she and I . . .” Intertwining my hand in his, he brought it slowly to brush my knuckles against his lips, stare unbreakable. “. . . are two beats of one heart.”
