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27 When the evening shadows and the stars appear and there is no one to dry your tears I could hold you for a million years to make you feel my love
I know you haven't made your mind up yet
There ain't nothing that I wouldn't do. To make you feel my love." As the song wound down, Diane let her legs wheel as he directed her off the floor, not wanting to break the complete contact. She knew exactly where she was. For the first time in her life, she felt as though she could have pointed to the spot on a map and known it was exactly right. And even if she never saw him again, she would never have to leave this place. And maybe, just maybe, if she held tight enough, neither would he. As he had done, he had done for her. Alone. And it didn't matter what anymore. It never really had. Gently, he drew a hand from her back and lifted her chin to look into her eyes. "Remember me." When she nodded obediently, he shook his head in response. "No, Diane... Remember me." "I don't even know you," she whispered, digging her fingers into his shoulders to make him stay and tell her everything. He gathered her up and kissed her, kissed her into stillness, into breathlessness, into everything. When he finally broke away, he breathed in tremors as he pressed his forehead to hers. "Yes you do. You're the only one of us who does." Before she could even open her eyes, before she could trace the first tear from her lashes to her chin, he was gone.
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