““I wish I could bottle this,' I whispered. 'And drink it every morning.' 'And every day at lunch, and then again at dinner, and before bed.' 'You'd get sick of it,' he said. I shook my head. 'Never.' 'Seriously,' he said. 'I want to freeze this moment.' 'Good thing you don't need to.' 'No?' 'Will Doniger, there is nothing in the entire universe that could make me stop wanting to be with you. And so on and so forth ad infinitum.””
