i looked at them and wondered which of them would be like me ten years on , out of hope and nearly broken , one lover gone and searching for the next . i think he can sense that i 'm starting to warm to the sensation , because he begins to move a little faster . admitting i 'm scared means part of me thinks my dream was real . and even though he did n't know why she could n't find him , sometimes luck was with you . she was really , really going to do this . 