You're invited to. I know nothing is certain, that there's more to figure out and discern, but whatever shape it takes, I'm going to be here.

Happiness, that same peaceful contentment, stretching over her mind like a blanket being knit. Row by row, growing slow and steady.

And for what it's worth, I think you could have stopped me easily. Still could, really. I don't give that kind of praise lightly.