You’re Not Alone. Neither Are You.

Let’s go out in flames so everyone knows who we are ‘Cause these city walls never knew that we’d make it this far We’ve become echoes, but echoes are fading away So let’s dance like two shadows, burning out a glory day

Touch gives the world an emotional context. The touch of others makes us who we are.

Then Lyra took one of those little red fruits. With a fast-beating heart, she turned to him and said, “Will.”

And she lifted the fruit gently to his mouth.

She could see from his eyes that he knew at once what she meant, and that he was too joyful to speak. her fingers were still at his lips, and he felt them tremble, and he put his own hand up to hold hers there, and then neither of them could look; they were confused; they were brimming with happiness.

Like two moths clumsily bumping together, with no more weight than that, their lips touched. Then before they knew how it happened, they were clinging together, blindly pressing their faces toward each other.

We will come back here, though. When we’ve lived our lives. We’ll go through the Land of the Dead…and we’ll tell Gracious Wings everything we’ve done. We’ll find each other. Here.

"We can come back here every year. You in your world and me in mine. Midsummer's Day. Midday." "And I'll be there. I'll be there every year. My whole life." "And if we do meet someone we like, we must be kind to them. We won't compare them. When we come here, just for an hour, we can be together." "Every year. I promise."