Maybe I was just one of those people who couldn't rest easy unless things went catastrophically wrong.

Don't worry he tells me tenderly. It doesn't matter who you've been, who you are, or who you become. I'm with you every step of the way.

Are you afraid of falling, baby? No, I’m afraid of landing. [He’s laughing, and I’m smiling.] Stupid idiot smile, don’t you know what comes next?

Just . . . love me, and let tomorrow look after itself.

You ever have that feeling? Like you’ve known someone your whole life but you don’t know them at all.

Not just when its easy. All the time.

Through the damp fabric of my coverall, bundled in my blanket, I feel naked. Raw. He sees more than I want, more than I can bear. It’s like standing before him ... while he stares at my scars, pitiless and unmoved.