Somewhere there is a sky that understands your silence and she waits for your stars to light up the endless night…

 Ireland, sir, for good or evil, is like no other place under heaven, and no man can touch its sod or breathe its air without becoming better or worse.

-George Bernard Shaw

And when she is lost in his memories, he comes to find her and take her with him, then asks her if everything is okay!
And she can't say anything just stares into his eyes and wants to cry because only she knows that she loves him so much…