"I’m going away," he said. "And I want you to know that I’m coming back. I love you because…"
"Don’t say anything," Fatima interrupted. "One is loved because one is loved. No reason is needed for loving."
"But the boy continued, "I had a dream, and I met with a king. I sold crystal and crossed the desert. And, because the tribes declared war, I went to the well, seeking the alchemist. So, I love you because the entire universe conspired to help me find you."
The two embraced. It was the first time either had touched the other.
"I’ll be back," the boy said.
"Before this, I always looked to the desert with longing," said Fatima. "Now it will be with hope. My father went away one day, but he returned to my mother, and he has always come back since then."
They said nothing else. They walked a bit farther among the palms, and then the boy left her at the entrance to her tent.
"I’ll return, just as your father came back to your mother," he said.
He saw that Fatima’s eyes were filled with tears.
An excerpt from Paulo Coelho’s The Alchemist