Replaying “You’ve Got A Friend In Me” over and over again in my head as I cry my eyes out in the shower. Please don’t leave. I would do anything.

Missing this. 

finally

finally

His eyes got wide as he looked into mine. Leaning in, he lightly massaged the back of my kneecap and whispered into my ear: “Tell me the secrets of the universe.”

If it could not possibly be done, then obviously it had been done impossibly. The question was how?
Douglas Adams, The Long Dark Tea-Time of the Soul

a lonely night