Once upon a time,' she says, looking straight into the camera, 'my grandmother fell in love on a train.' She hesitates, taking a sharp breath. 'Fifty years later, so did I.

Somehow he'd become the one constant in this whole uneven chapter in her life, & the idea that could change was unsettling.

Even the not saying can balloon into something bigger than words themselves.

There was a lump in her throat as she watched him fidget with the buttons on his vest, and it struck her as the truest form of kindness, the most basic sort of love: to be worried about the one who was worrying about you.

Because even this --being so close to her --was no longer the same. That light he'd felt when he first saw her --he understood now that it was only a lightbulb. It was quick and easy, full of electricity, but there was something artificial about it. What he wanted was fire: heat and spark and flame.

There are different kinds of happy, some kinds don't need any proof-Ellie O'Neill, This is What Happy Looks Like

It's just one more thing she hadn't considered, and as the idea of it settles over her, she realizes again how entwined their lives are. They're like two trees whose branches have grown together. Even if you pull them out by the trunks, they're still going to be twisted and tangled and nearly impossible to separate at the roots.

There’s a star in the sky that refuses to stay put, and Hadley realizes it’s actually a plane, that just last night, that star was them.

The important part is that you had someone to stick by you all that time. Even when everything sucked.