Margot Abbott

“Don’t you think it’s strange?” I said. He had gotten several feet ahead of me and he stopped and turned.

“What do you mean?”

“That we were children together.” I looked up at his face. “You’re so familiar to me—but not. I see my past in you—but you’re still a stranger.”
― Margot Abbott, The Last Innocent Hour

“He was still standing there, looking after me, a shadow except for his white shirtfront and pale head, a stray moonbeam hitting and lighting his golden hair. “I love you, I thought, although I didn’t speak the words. You’re beautiful and I’ll love you forever.”
― Margot Abbott, The Last Innocent Hour