But nobody—nobody—has ever looked into my fucking soul the way Darby does. Nobody has looked at me so deeply and still decided they wanted me, still decided I was enough. I know that if I hadn’t become the surfer I am, I’d be nothing to anyone. But she’s always looked at me like I’m enough for just simply being me, not for what I can provide her. I think it’s because when I met her, I had nothing to offer but myself, and that had been all she wanted. Knowing that, it makes me want to give her the entire goddamn world and then some.
