She laughed. “Go to her, brother. Go to her, pick her up in your arms. Take on the burden of love. And don’t ever let her go.” “It would not be a burden to love her,” he argued, needing the last word since Molly had let him have so few. “Of course it would. It is a burden to love anyone. And it is a burden to be loved. Stop running from it, my boy.
