We’re all messed up and scared and trying to be something that we’re not. And if we all went around just declaring our innermost desires to the exact people we felt them for, well, then we’d all end up happy, or something.
All my life, I couldn’t feel anything. I couldn’t feel water, I couldn’t feel a fire. I couldn’t feel wind on my face. And now I can. That’s nothing compared to what I feel with you.