When I look back up at him, he's beaming at me, and I think, I love you more now than I ever have. How is it possible that this keeps happening with him?
"Can we take a picture together?" I ask, but what I'm thinking is, I wish I could bottle this moment and wear it as a perfume. It would always be with me. Everywhere I went, he'd be there too, and so I'd always feel like myself.
- People We Meet on Vacation, p. 180
— Feb 16, 2026 10:55PM
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