“She puts her hands on either side of my face, and the room falls away. I have never gotten so lost in a kiss before. 
And then, the space between us explodes. My heart keeps missing beats and my hands cannot bring her close enough to me. I taste her and realize I have been starving. 
I have loved before, but it didn’t feel like this.
I have kissed before, but it didn’t burn me alive. 
Maybe it lasts a minute, and maybe it’s an hour. All I know is that kiss, and how soft her skin is when it brushes against mine, and that even if I did not know it until now, I have been waiting for this person forever.”

—	Jodi Picoult, Sing You Home