“It’s you i love,” he says. “ I spent much of my life guarding my heart. I guarded it so well that i could behave as though i didn’t have one at all. Even now, it is shabby, worm-eaten and scabrous thing. But it is yours.”
Maybe it isn’t the worst thing to wanted to be loved, even if you’re not. Even if it hurts. Maybe being human isn’t always being weak.
Maybe it was the shame that was the problem