Emma Scott

Cursing at every red light while wanting to cry like a baby because I’d found her.

“Please, don’t. I’ve fucked up enough for one night. My will power is hanging by a goddamn thread.”

more afraid of not being with you than I am of being with you.

“You are not a drop in the ocean. You are the entire ocean in a drop.”

I would love you forever, Kacey, if I only had the chance.

“Lovers don’t finally meet somewhere. They are in each other all along,” she recited.

Love can begin at any time, in any facet of life. That is the beauty—and hope—of this human existence.

Love always wins.

The song hit its crescendo and Kacey’s grip on my arm tightened. Her eyes grew soft and she watched the water dance, but I could look nowhere but at her. The show was at my periphery, a backdrop to her.

I held it up, letting the sun shine through the empty interior.

Not empty, I thought. It holds Jonah’s breath.