“I didn't know," he whispered. "I didn't know I could love you so much.”

“The boy I loved didn't know I existed. Then again, he was obsessed with Camus, so he didn't know if any of us existed.”

“I didn't even know his name. And if I didn't know his name then there is nothing I did know and I have known nothing ever at all since the one thing I wanted was to know his name so how could he help but leave me since he was making love to a woman who didn't even know his name.”

“I love you, too," I whispered so softly I didn't know if he'd heard me. "Ti amo tanto, Sebastian, sempre e per sempre.”

“No,' he said, 'memory's a poor thing to have. It's your own real hair and mouth and arms and eyes and hands I want. I didn't know I could ever love anything so much...”

“God Em, I love you so much it hurts,” came his pained whisper in her ear.“I know. I love you so much, too.”