“I’ve never, ever, ever been in love.Yeah, that mushy-gushy type. But I’ll argue that I’ve loved an extraordinary amount more than the next. Say, what’s that count for? All that giving, never expecting a payout or return. That, “I want you to know my secrets but I don’t want to have to be the one to tell you them,” type of deep-sown seed of doubt. Not easy to work against, that. Please, won’t you just read my heart? I’m holding on to too much, I can’t even look you in the eye these days, afraid of what you’ll see. Fuck, if that ain’t something. Hey, now tell me, what’s your angle? And tell me what you really feel while you’re at it. Are you out to get me like I think you are? Are you going to swallow me whole or chew me up, spit me out? I’m just gauging how much this sort of thing is going to hurt, but it’s been a long time coming and damn if it if the expectation won’t dull the ache.”