“Will you still love me when I don’t have any more organs to give?” I asked. “I’d love you even if you were a talking head in a jar,” she said, speaking to my lips. “I’d love you even if you didn’t like dogs.” She gasped. “I’d love you even if I was a gummy bear and you ate me,” she breathed. “I’d eat you even if you weren’t a gummy bear…”
