If he were to say those words a million times, I will never get tired of hearing them. Every time he says them, they sound different on his lips, and they sound different to my ears, like a melody that has a different note each time it’s played. The same but never predictable. They’re not just words that he repeats like a parrot. With Tor, every word comes from his heart. That’s what I want for my forever. Words that I can believe to be true no matter what.
