Why?” Brow furrowing, I rasped quietly, “You know why, thissie. You have always known why.” “Because you care for me?” “‘Care?’” I repeated. “‘Care’ does not even begin to describe what I feel for you, Nelle.” She hesitated, drawing in a small breath. “Because you love me then?” she amended, her expression vulnerable and open. “Lysi,” I affirmed. “I do. I love you. And even those words feel as though they are not enough. Simple words cannot describe this feeling, thissie. They never will.”
