Some infinities are bigger than other infinities. As he read, I fell in love the way you fall asleep: slowly, and then all at once. I’m in love with you, and I’m not in the business of denying myself the simple pleasure of saying true things. You gave me a forever within the numbered days, and I’m grateful. I will not tell you our love story, because—like all real love stories—it will die with us, as it should. It is the nature of stars to cross.
— The Fault in Our Stars