“Christ Jesus, Lydia. It’s everything—your heart and your brain and your laugh. You make me half-crazed. When you’re gone I imagine the feel of you beneath my hands, and when you’re with me, I think about how to make you smile. I want to—to read all your letters and your pamphlets. I want to listen to you talk until I fall asleep, and then I want to dream about your voice.”
