One day, when the stars are all perfectly placed in the sky, a girl who gets butterflies in your presence, lost in your eyes and tongue-tied by your smile, who would be happy just to listen to you talk, and play with your hair and feed you honey and tangerines, will find you (again) and be free to love you for a thousand lifetimes. If you can be my thunderbolt...you can be someone else's. I can be at secret peace with that.  –Hey hey hey