He grips my hand and presses a delicate kiss to the back of it. “I know exactly what you mean. You asked me once when I knew I loved you.” He takes my finger and runs it along the loop in his Chihuly tattoo. “Well, this loop represents you, literally, figuratively, and poetically, but crazier than that, predictively—because fuck, reckless and naïve—we’re the definition of insanity. But I’ll take insanity any day. I’ll relive it with you on loop.”
