“Good. You can be crazy with me. You can hit me or throw things or stab people, I don’t care. I’m not leaving you. I’m never going to know the right thing to say. I’m never going to understand how you feel or what you need, but if you tell me, I’ll do it, and if you can’t tell me, I’ll guess until I get it right. When I told Noah I wanted to keep you forever, he told me that you were a marshmallow wrapped in barbed wire.”
