His gold eyes grew very soft. “You said you loved me.” “You knew that already,” I reminded him, ducking my head. “It was nice to hear, just the same.” I hid my face against his shoulder. “I love you,” I whispered. “You are my life now,” he answered simply. There was nothing more to say for the moment. He rocked us back and forth as the room grew lighter.

I, the soul called Wanderer, love you, human Ian. And that will never change, no matter what I might become.

I thought you were supposed to be pretending I don’t exist, not irritating me to death.

I held you in my hands, Wanderer, and you were beautiful.

I have an immature, Homer Simpson-like tendency to giggle when I say the words 'seminal fluids' in public.

It felt almost rude to ignore toe pretty white bed, but we just weren’t going to make it that far.

I promise to love you forever - every single day of forever.