he told me he'd felt exactly the same

I was reading Never Let Me Go, pausing now and then to think, when suddenly my mind went blank and then I fell asleep. When I woke up, I finished the last bits of the book. There's always this feeling of loss when a story has come to an end, especially when it's a story of the protagonists you're fond of and identify with. 

I closed the book, then I opened it again, to the pages which I had remarked with a fold-up corner. Even it's just fragments, a second read casts a new light to everything familiar. Here's one particular part I'm fond of and like to share. If it sounds trivial to you, it's because you've no idea what it takes to lead things up for Kath and Tommy. 

Nothing can be more beautiful (but sad) in reminiscence.

Chapter 15, Never Let Me Go

"When I think of that moment now, standing with Tommy in the little side-street about to begin our search, I feel a warmth welling up through me. Everything suddenly felt perfect: an hour set aside, stretching ahead of us, and there wasn't a better way to spend it. I had to really hold myself back from giggling stupidly, or jumping up and down on the pavement like a little kid. Not long ago, when I was caring for Tommy, and I brought up our Norfolk trip, he told me he'd felt exactly the same. That moment when we decide to go searching for my lost tape, it was like suddenly every cloud had blown away, and we had nothing but fun and laughter before us."