I think about how many conversations I probably messed up without realizing," I whisper to the glowing green electric clock that blinked to "Or sometimes I just wonder how much subtext I might've missed or misread.
The book was dedicated to C.S Lewis' niece, I think, Lucy. The dedication said something like this "I started this book when you were young enough to read fairy tales, but someday you will be old enough to start reading fairy tales again.
I thought we had more time. But really, how blessed I was that over thousands of years on Earth our two paths crossed.Not a fluke or a mistake, just good old fashioned kindness, devotion and love. I will forever miss you.