“Can’t possibly love you? Saint, I’ve been in love with you. Fuck, I think I might have loved you since you talked about comets and pilgrimages. Since you tasted like grapefruit and fucking tequila and kissed me like your life depended on it. Or maybe when I thought about breaking you out of your wedding so I could have you for myself. When I started wearing this medallion like a fucking collar. Even though it tortured me to see you with him every time… I’ve definitely loved you since you told me I was yours.”
