“I want morning and noon and nightfall with you. I want your tears, your smiles, your kisses…the smell of your hair, the taste of your skin, the touch of your breath on my face. I want to see you in the final hour of my life…to lie in your arms as I take my last breath.”
She would smile at his choice and sigh at his words. She would revel in her memories for a few moments and then she would close the book and set it back on his desk and she would fall asleep with his image in her mind, his name on her lips; and his heart in hers. Always.