“It was as if we'd pressed ourselves together until his bones passed through mine and we were the same person, ever so briefly.”

“We were together because we were addicted to each other. I was never as intoxicated as I was when we were happy together, and I knew it was the same for him. We were putting ourselves through the wringer for those moments of perfection between us, but they were so tenuous that only our stubbornness, determination and love kept us fighting for them.”

“Lucas should've run out of there that instant. Instead he stared at me through the glass and slowly unfolded his hand opposite mine so that our hands were pressed againts the pane of glass, fingers to fingers, palm to palm. We each move closer, so that our faces were only inches apart. Even with the stained glass, window between us, it felt as intimate as any kiss we'd shared.”

“Made me want to pour rubber cement all over my chest and then lay down on top of her so that we'd be stuck together, and so it would hurt like hell if we ever tried to tear ourselves apart.”

“Looking back you realize that a very special person passed briefly through your life and that person was you. It is not too late to become that person again.”

“At the same time, we both pulled back briefly still oh so close. Everything in the word rested on that moment."We can't..." He told me."I know," I agreed.Then his mouth was on mine again, and this time I knew there would be no turning back.”