“You asked me that first day we met what made me happy,” I reminded him. “And I couldn’t answer. I wasn’t happy. I was breathing, and that was all. But then I got in your car, and I took my first breath, and I lived. I saw things I’d never seen before, laughed harder than I knew I could, questioned things I’d believed my entire life and more than anything,” I said, catching my breath. “I fell in love with you. I fell in love with every dark shadow, with every scar, every flaw, every smile and every scowl. Your journal had nothing to do with that. I fell in love with you.”
