No, really. I free you.' I don't want to be free.
Then she says, ‘I love you.’ Like three drops of blood falling onto snow.
The light is heart-breaking.
I want you to be with me in the dark. To hold me. To keep loving me. To help me when I get scared. To come right to the edge and see what's there.
Maybe you should say goodbye, Cal.' 'No.' 'It might be important.' 'It might make her die.
I didn't understand that when you make love, you actually do MAKE love. Stir things. Affect each other. The breath that escapes from me is dazzled. He breathes it in with a gasp.