" He looked right at me as he gave me a half smile. "You're the brightest thing in the room", he said. He lifted his hand from my waist, and slowly, carefully brushed a stray lock of hair from my cheek. "You shine".

My breath caught in my throat. People said those kinds of things about Sloane-not about me.

"What?" frank asked, his eyes on mine.

"Just..." I took a shaky breath. "Nobody's ever said something like that to me."

"Then they don't see what I see," he said. "

― Morgan Matson , Since You've Been Gone