I turn to face him. “Yeah, you’re right. I don’t know who I love, but I know I do. I can feel it in my skin, in my fingers, in my heart. And I know it’s worth fighting for. It’s worth the mess and the confusion and the frustration. It’s worth being sick over. Hell, I got hit by a car for it, and I’m not just going to throw it away because you think I should.”
