“It's strange. Hearing you say my name.""I can say it again if you'd like.""No, I'll remember just fine.”

“What about us? Can i see you again? You can say no. You'd crush all my hopes and dreams, but it's an option.”

“When he talked to you, you seemed to fit in, but when someone else was talking, or he would be distracted, you jsut looked lonely over there. At least to me. But whenever I would tell you that, you'd say "I'm fine. I just slip out of it, you know?" And I'd say "I'll catch you," and you would say, "It's not the kind of slipping you can catch.”

“Jessica..." The sound of his voice saying my name soothed me, and it's all I wanted to hear him say. Just my name, over and over and over again in his buttery baritone. I wanted my name to be his mantra, the word he meditated on, his tool for finding calm in the world.But he kept on talking.”

“I'll find you," he says, watching me with the eyes I remember. "I won't let you go again”

“....and I'll know that this is what you live for - to hear someone say. "Let's go home," to hear someone you love call your name.”