“They’re a relief to me, too. For different reasons, of course—but Fin, you can’t imagine how many times I sobbed in that closet in my father’s house, knowing I would never be able to speak my fantasies aloud or share them with anyone. I knew I’d be called a freak with a sick mind. But you—you accept me. All of me. The shy parts and the wild parts, you don’t find them confusing or off-putting. You take me as I am, and you run with me, play with me. It’s more than I could have dreamed of.”
