“What if someone comes?" I half-heartedly protest. "No one's coming here but you.”
“What if . . . you come to the wild and discover that it is not wild at all? What if half the world is here before you?”
“Open your heart. Someone will come. Someone will come for you. But first you must open your heart.”
“Someone will come for you, but first you must open your heart...”
“Someone would have to be out of their mind not to come back to you. I walked through a blizzard to get here.”
“You cannot dance up there," he said, quietly. "I can see you are in mourning. But you are welcome to dance here, among the magic. Please. Come and mend you broken hearts here. Come back, every night.”