“I’ve been silent…for so long.” Everything hurt. “B-but I don’t want to be silent anymore. Not when I love you this much. Not when you might not know. I love you the way I never knew I could love someone. With my whole heart, my toes, my nose, and my lashes. Every little, inconsequential part of me loves every little inconsequential part of you. The way you—the way you—I love the way you always spill syrup in your beard—”
