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I’ve wondered if I worked hard enough at my bruised and broken bits, if I could be shiny again, too. I’ve wondered if anyone might ever see me as something precious.
“Are you referring to your undergarments masquerading as pajamas or the tiny, malevolent spirit residing in your doorbell?”
“The snow feels like marshmallows.”
“I could spend an eternity studying you and still not know what you might do next. You give so much of yourself, so freely. You’re … wild with your attentions. Miraculous. I’ve seen so many lives, Harriet, but I’ve never seen someone live like you.”
Maybe she’s the candle, and I’m the idiot drawn to her flame. She’s so damn beautiful.
“I hope you’re thinking of me. You make me hope, Harriet. You make me want. I am haunted by you.”
“Do not mistake me for a good man. I am not here out of some misplaced sense of honor or duty. I demand your attention and I desire your affection.”
“I’ll be with you for every tomorrow you allow, and I suspect a time after that, too.”
