” And as she fell asleep, I watched for hours on end not wanting to be anywhere else, and even though the thought of dying still got me down, the idea of not being a part of her life seemed so much worse. I’d always known, of course, but sometimes what’s before your eyes is what you don’t see until it’s too late.
Looking back, she doesn’t say a word. She doesn’t have to. That smile. It tells me everything I need to know, and as the night passes in silence, we change shape so many times, and when we come close to tasting death, we become orbs, and we fly through so many doors, and when we’re high above the trees that overlook our town, there’s no touching what we have, and no way that anything can ever make us come back down. ”