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“Blurred bodies moved in broad, paintbrush strokes in his peripheral vision—in and out, in and out—but in that whirlwind, she appeared vibrant, well-defined, permanently immovable, an Unmoved Mover. In her electrifying presence, God Himself became an apprentice, a secondary Being. He tried to speak, but in that rare moment, words refused to be excavated from the depths of his soul in time. So, he stood by—aloof, ignored—saying nothing at all.”

“I was thinking over this story, just lying in my bed, smoking a stupid cigarette—still pretending to, at least—when it happened. I swear it did. Jessica moved in my bed and I glanced at her and noticed for the first time how pretty her eyelashes were, and how her jet-black eyebrows seemed to sleep on her face. And I swear to God I heard what the hell Moeller talked about. I swear. It happened just like he said it did. One second, I was smoking cigarettes, thinking about something stupid—and thee next, I knew I was going to stop all of the stupid-think and marry this girl.”

“I was thinking over this story, just lying in my bed, smoking a stupid cigarette—still pretending to, at least—when it happened. I swear it did. Jessica moved in my bed and I glanced at her and noticed for the first time how pretty her eyelashes were, and how her jet-black eyebrows seemed to sleep on her face. And I swear to God I heard what the hell Moeller talked about. I swear. It happened just like he said it did. One second, I was smoking cigarettes, thinking about something stupid—and the next, I knew I was going to stop all of the stupid-think and marry this girl.”

“She looked up at him—and, for a moment, everything changed, as if in a twinkling of an eye. Now, here—wherever here was, whatever this moment meant, whichever timeline it appeared in no longer mattered—a church bell had gone off in some distant tower, having ushered in a new age. “You,” he whispered, his eyes wide with excitement. “I’ve been thinking about you.” “Me too,” she said, her voice weighed by the romantic.”