"Do you ever just stare out the window - the one in your room, the view as familiar to you as your own face in the mirror… just stare, wondering at the outside, the inside… it changes while you look at it, the tree in the backyard sheds leaves, your dad may mow the lawn… but still it's the same because of the tree and the grass they're all still there, just like they were when you were 8 or 12 or 5…"
"Where are you going with this?"
"I'm not going anywhere with it. I just… I'm nostalgic and… I want you to know me that way, even when I'm old and gray, I want you to look at me, into my eyes and see the person you used to sing with in the shower, the girl who would not let you get away with being on your own all the time, the woman you fell in love with… after some time."
"That's already happening, you know?… Is that a gray hair?"
"What?! No!"
But Chloe laughed, pushing Beca back on the bed, tickling her, then just touching and kissing her - like she would still do 50 years later, as they became as familiar to each other as their childhood's backyards.