“Do you love me?” I ask, my voice raw with emotion. “You know I do.” “No.” I shake my head and elaborate, needing him to understand. “Do you love me more than just a friend?” His Adam’s apple moves up and down as he swallows. “With everything in me.” The pain in my heart lessens. “If we didn’t share the past that we do and we were just a man and a woman, would you want to be with me?” “I’d never fuckin’ let you go.” "You’ll never convince me that I deserve you … But you were right; there’s not a man alive I trust to take care of you like I will or who will love you as much as I do."
Confessions of a Bibliophile 