I loved him more than I had ever loved anything. I wanted nothing but him. His smell covering my skin. His pulse under my hands. I wanted to swallow him, to drink him, to absorb him until I was more him than me. I wanted to make him happy. I wanted to reassure him. I wanted to please him. I wanted to serve him. I wanted to love him. I wanted to beg him to love me. But there was nothing else to do. No new depths. No new tricks. No new tool for worship. Before I could talk myself out of it, the words formed like mud. I love you.
