“i loved you so much that i thought you were the meaning of my life,” celia said, crying. “i thought that people were put on earth to find other people, and i was put here to find you. to find you and touch your skin and smell your breath and hear all your thoughts. but i don’t think that’s true anymore.” she wiped her eyes. “because i don’t want to be meant for someone like you.”
“it’s not wrong,” celia said. “it shouldn’t be wrong, to love you. how can it be wrong?”
“it’s not wrong, sweetheart. it’s not,” i said. “they’re wrong.”