Will: 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-
Tessa: I only wish you would not speak of dying, 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.