“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 a shabby, worm-eaten, and scabrous thing. But it is yours.”
The world already has enough monsters, enough people who want to take advantage of me or take away my rights. I don’t need to know there’s a whole other world full of monsters.
“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 thought I didn’t have one at all. Even now, it is a shabby, worm-eaten and scabrous thing. But it is yours.”