I study him before handing him his jacket back and looking up at the sky, which was still pouring, "But I want to let you know I never stopped thinking about you," I say, my knees still at my face, "And I'll never stop."
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
He began to wonder why he had felt uneasy at all. It was like a man wondering in broad daylight why a dream had appeared so terrible to him at night. — Chinua Achebe, Things Fall Apart