“This was the kiss I had waited for so long – a kiss born by the river of our childhood, when we didn’t yet know what love meant. A kiss that had been suspended in the air as we grew, that had traveled in the world in the souvenir of a medal, and that had remained hidden behind piles of books. A kiss that had been lost and now was found. In the moment of that kiss were years of searching, disillusionment and impossible dreams.”
– Paulo Coelho, By the River Piedra I Sat Down and Wept
