“You’re like the broken chapter of my favorite story.”

“It was a kiss that had sneaked in through an open window, a kiss that lay folded in a paper giraffe, in the silences between 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, in the pits of the mini mangoes and here, now, at least, it was set free. And the rightness of it, the feeling of longing and belonging, made me want to hold on to it forever. I wanted Damian to keep kissing me, keep kissing, keep kissing, until every other kiss had been erased, until this was the only kiss.”

“You’re like the broken chapter of my favorite story.”

“It started long before this, when stars were mere particles in swirling clouds of dust. And every event since has conspired to bring us together.”