And still, for all the jealously, all the doubt, sometimes I will be struck with a kind of awe that we're together. That someone like me could find someone like you --- it renders me wordless. Because surely words would conspire against such luck, would protest the unlikelihood of such a turn of events.
David Levithan (2011). “The Lover's Dictionary: A Novel”, p.75, Farrar, Straus and Giroux