Kissing Wesley feels like flying through a free fall, knowing that he has me safely tucked in his arms. Is this the kind of special feeling that Kareena felt the need to protect from others, including me? This fragile bliss, newly brought into existence, but with the immediate recognition that something this alive could flicker out just as suddenly. In this moment, I understand her more than I have before. I would protect this flame with Wesley from anyone. It doesn’t even register as an option not to.
