Alex: And this is why, this is why, this is why I love you.

I can't quite put my finger on what it is about you, but you're different. In the summer mornings, our legs and arms will grow cold but it won't matter. We'll stand with toes in the sand, and hearts in the air. Maybe the water will carry us away, turning us around like kaleidoscopes, but we won't mind, because we'll be home.