Maria:No, not like you are
Maria:But
Maria:...
Peter:Maria?
Maria:It was a piece of you
Maria:I held it and thought of you
Maria:You were with me
Maria:And you’d never let anything happen to me
Maria:So I was fine.
Peter:Maria.
Peter:...
Peter:...
Maria:I need to head to my gate, sorry
Peter:You still have the clover in your pocket, right?
Maria:Always
Peter:...
Peter:You *always* have it in your pocket?
Maria:Yes, or in my purse
Peter:...
Maria:I really have to go now
Peter:I clipped a photo from a magazine article about you years ago
Peter:You’re laughing on a beach
Peter:You’re unspeakably beautiful
Peter:A human beam of sunlight
Peter:The photo’s in my wallet, Maria.
Peter:Always.
Maria:...
Peter:You’ll text when you land?
Maria:Yes
Peter:You’ll think of me if you’re frightened?