'Think how you love me,' she whispered. 'I don't ask you to love me always like this, but I ask you to remember.'
'You'll always be like this to me.'
'Oh no; but promise me you'll remember.' Her tears were falling. 'I'll be different, but somewhere lost inside me there'll always be the person I am tonight.'
—F. Scott Fitzgerald, Magnetism (via quotes-shape-us)