Forty-nine thousand, two hundred and seventy-five days since I last kissed you. And I thought of you every single one of them. You do not have to remind me of the Tessa I loved. You were my first love and you will be my last one. I have never forgotten you. I have never not thought of you. Never.
"Tess," he said, hoarsely. He was on his feet, without knowing how he had gotten there. He took a step toward her, and then another. "Forty-nine thousand, two hundred and seventy-five."
She knew immediately what he meant. He knew she would. She knew him as no one else living did. “Are you counting days?”
"Forty-nine thousand, two hundred and seventy-five days since I last kissed you," he said. "And I thought of you every single one of them. You do not have to remind me of the Tessa I loved. You were my first love and you will be my last one. I have never forgotten you. I have never not thought of you." He was close enough now to see the pulse pounding in her throat. To reach out and lift up a curl of her hair. "Never."
"The face you wear now is only one of a thousand possible faces."
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“I want more than that,” said Will. “You made me want more than that.
You showed me I was only ever cursed because I had chosen to believe myself so. You told me there was possibility, meaning. And now you would turn your back on what you created.”
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"Life is a book, and there are a thousand pages I have not read. I would read them together with you, as many as I can, before I die -"
She put her hand against his chest, just over his heart, and felt its beat against her palm, a unique time signature that was all its own. “I only wish you would not speak of dying,” she said. “But even for that, yes, I know how you are with your words, and, Will- I love all of them. Every word you say. The silly ones, the mad ones, the beautiful ones, and the ones that are only for me. I love them, and I love you.”
"Whatever you are physically," he said, "male or female, strong or weak, ill or healthy—all those things matter less than what your heart contains. If you have the soul of a warrior, you are a warrior. Whatever the color, the shape, the design of the shade that conceals it, the flame inside the lamp remains the same. You are that flame." He smiled then, seeming to have come back to himself, slightly embarrased. "That’s what I believe."
You merged your souls when you were both children. I could not have loved Will so much if I had not loved you as well. And I could not love you as I do if I had not loved Will as I did.