“My mother never wanting me doesn’t make me unwantable. It never did,” he whispered over my face. “Her not choosing me doesn’t make me unchoosable. And I no longer need your obsession, or your skin and bones, or to compromise myself in order to feel loved, be loved or to prove my love.” “What do you need, Raven?” “What you gave me so spectacularly. Love.” He shrugged. Plain and simple.
