““If I could, I would take you with me," he said, his voice barely more than a whisper. She tried to pull away from him. "You would not. You would grow tired of me in a few weeks." He shook his head, pulling her tight against him. "No...I could never grow tired of you." "How can you be so sure?" she asked. He brushed tendrils of hair from her face. "I have craved to know you for years...even just to hear you speak my name...a single touch of your hand on mine..." He kissed her softly, his lips tasting hers. "I want you to be mine...I want you always." - 'unknown script' 2012””
