There is nothing to fear. Nothing to worry about. Grieve nothing in this transitory world," he says softly.

Can you hear my heart? I want to ask him.

I want you to make a list of all your favorite things, and I want to be on it.

You’re perfect,” I tell him, so overcome I forget myself. “All of you. Your entire body.
Proportionally. Symmetrically. You’re absurdly, mathematically perfect. It doesn’t even make sense
that a person could look like you,

I do want you," I say to him, my voice shaking. "I want you so much it scares me.

Ignite, my love. Ignite.

It's not charity," I snap. "He cares about me--and I care about him!"

Warner nods, unimpressed. "You should get a dog, love. I hear they share much the same qualities.