The Night Circus - Pg 468

   Celia holds her hands to her lips, not quite believing her eyes. The sight of Marco standing in the Ice Garden is one she has imagines so many times before while alone in the icy expanse of flowers, it does not seem real despite the darkness of his suit against a bower of pale roses.
   Then he turns and looks at her. As soon as she sees his eyes all her doubts vanish.
   For a moment, he looks so young that she can see the boy he was, years before she met him, when they were already connected but still so far apart.
   There are so many things she wants to say, things she feared she would never have the opportunity to tell him again. Only one seems truly important.
   "I love you," she says.
   The words echo throughout the tent, softly rustling the frozen leaves.