Do you still love me, Janie?' Janie stares at him, incredulous. 'Yes, of course! I don't say it lightly.' 'Say it lightly in my ear,' he demands. She smiles, rests her soft cheek on his scratchy one, and whispers it. 'I love you, Cabe.

I lurve you, circus freak," Cabel says. It almost hurts to hear him say that. I lurve you, too, you big lumpy monster man," Janie says. That hurts even more to say.

And then they kiss. Slowly, gently. Because with the right person, sometimes kissing feels like healing.

Go force your condescending man-logic on the next house. You can go now.

If you believe you can read you can

The thought of being with Shay Wilder makes me want to gouge my eyes out with a butter knife

I highly regret this day in advance.