“I’d know you in the dark,” he said. “From a thousand miles away. There’s nothing you could become that I haven’t already fallen in love with.”

“There's never been a moment," he barely said, "when I didn't recognize you."She wiped her eyes. Her mascara smeared. He nudged the merry-to-round into motion. He could kiss her now. If he wanted."I'd know you in the dark," he said. "From a thousand miles away. There's nothing you could become that I haven't already fallen in love with."He could kiss her."I know you," he said.”

“There’s nothing you could do that I haven’t seen an army of uglier, hairier people do thousands of times before.”

“I am sitting far from youA thousand miles away from youI sit and write for youA thousand lines I write for youA thousand times I write for you.If love could reach youThousand miles awayI would say it thenI love you – a thousand times.I will come againMuch closer than beforeBut I won’t say it thenFor I will fall in loveA thousand times more.It’s better to restrainUntil its time for the planeI will say it thenI love you a thousand timesA thousand miles away.With every mile I go awayI love you even moreSo please stay awayA thousand miles more”

“You overplayed your cards,” he said. “I can spot manipulation a thousand miles away. I invented the concept.”

“What do you want from me, Crank?” Her voice was raw, desperate. I looked at her. She was so close, but might as well have been a thousand miles away. I said, “I want you to love me.”