From time traveler’s wife

Had to quote something from there. Beautiful.

We are walking down the street, holding hands. There’s a playground at the end of the block and I run to the swings and climb on, and Henry takes the one next to me, facing the opposite direction, and we swing higer and higher, passing each other, sometimes in synch and sometimes streaming past each other so fast that it seems like we’re going to collide, and we laugh, and laugh, and nothing can never be ever be sad, no one can be lost, or dead, or far away: right now we are here, and nothing can mar our perfection or steal the joy of this perfect moment.

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