But I want it known that I would share everything if I could, and everything I can share is yours. Truly. For as long as you want me, I am yours.” “And what if I want you forever? For the rest of my short, mortal life?” “Then you shall have me until your heart ceases to beat.” The weight is so much more when I know he cannot lie, when he means every word he says. And yet, buried in that confession is another thought, a painful choice, the reality that this cannot be forever, that I must return, and he is only allowed to set foot on mortal soil but twice a year.
