There he is. Sam. And of course he is. In the group of tall, black tuxes, Sam looks up, and before I can even register that he’s there, our eyes meet, locking into place like two magnets. I feel like I want to cry at the sight of him. You’re here, you’re here, you’re here beats my relieved, racing little heart.
o "you're here" também está em itálico e obviamente complementa o trecho anterior.
