"I want you to know all of me. I do. The splinters, the tender places behind my ears. The open cradles of my palms aching for your heart."
"Yes, I was infatuated with you: I am still. No one has ever heightened such a keen capacity of physical sensation in me. I cut you out because I couldn’t stand being a passing fancy. Before I give my body, I must give my thoughts, my mind, my dreams. And you weren’t having any of those."