Tom: I think it’s official, I’m in love with Summer. I love her smile. I love her hair. I love her knees. I love this heart shaped birth mark she has on her neck. I love the way she sometimes licks her lips before she talks. I love the sound of her laugh. I love the way she looks when she’s sleeping. I love how she makes me feel, like anything is possible, or like life is worth it.
Tom: What happens when you fall in love?
Summer: You believe in that?
Tom: It’s love, not Santa Claus.
