Paper Planes

Before

I stand in this parking lot, realizing that I've never been this far from home, and here is this girl I love that I cannot follow. I hope this is a hero's errand, because not following her is the hardest thing I've ever done.

I keep thinking she will get into the car, but she doesn't, and she finally turns around to me and I see her soaker eyes. The physical space between us evaporates. We play the broken strings of our instruments one last time.

I feel her hands on my back. And it is dark as I kiss her, but I have my eyes open and so does Margo. She is close enough to me that I can see her, because even now there is the outward sign of the invisible light, even at night in this parking lot on the outskirts of Agloe. After we kiss, our foreheads touch as we stare at each other. Yes, I can see her almost perfectly in this cracked darkness. - Quentin Jacobsen "Paper Towns" Pages 304-305 (John Green)