And I have memories of a love that I have not found, places that I have not been. I have the haunting thoughts of You, and yet my hands have not touched Yours, nor have these eyes ever gazed into Yours. I can be found thinking of Your laugh, when all that I have heard is the beating of my own heart, perhaps that is the sound of Your laugh, because with each smile You have, my heart beats faster. One day, these memories will be real, something to treasure and hold on to, but for now, they will be stored in the empty room of my heart that I will keep ready for You.
— T.B. LaBerge // The Novel of Us (via tblaberge