"Yeah," she agrees, grinning at him. That's it exactly and that's part of what she likes. She wants these feelings to be too big for her to find the right words for them, she wants to know they're the kind of feelings that defy definition, the reasons why people write poetry and songs in some kind of vain attempt to capture what it is. But she's here now, she's in it, and she can't think of a single song she's ever heard that actually captures this. Maybe it isn't possible, but she knows that will never stop people from trying.

It certainly won't stop her.

"I think maybe... maybe not really bein' able to find all the right words, maybe that's part of how you know," she says, more thoughtful than anything. "Like how people say they just know when they love someone. I asked Maggie once and she said she just knew. My dad said the same thing. There's nothin' else you can say, just that you know."