How is it possible that simply looking into your fine face gives me such joy? Why does it make me so happy that everytime I try to sneak a peek at you, you’re already looking at me. Like you it makes no sense, It feels right. If I ever get out of here, I will find a time and place to tell you that you make my life messy and confusing and unfocused and irrational and wonderful. This is that time this is that place.
Temperance Brennan 9x6