" If I could, I would take you with me," he said, his voice barely more than a whisper.She tried to pull away from him. " You would not. You would grow tired of me in a few weeks." He shook his head, pulling her tight against him. " No...I could never grow tired of you." " How can you be so sure?" she asked.He brushed tendrils of hair from her face. " I have craved to know you for years...even just to hear you speak my name...a single touch of your hand on mine..." He kissed her softly, his lips tasting hers. " I want you to be mine...I want you always." - 'unknown script' 2012 "