“I just look at her. I can’t believe I’m allowed to do this. I can just stare at her face without it being creepy. I want to memorize every single inch of this Abby – the shine of her cheekbones and the brightness of her eyes. There are tears in her lashes, and her lips are sort of puffy. I don’t know how this girl can go from laughing to crying to kissing and back, and still come out of it looking like an actual moonbeam.”
