“We’re both so fucking broken that I understand our strange attraction, a push-pull magnetism born of similar scars.”

“He is not the same person as when wemet, but . . . neither am I. Time has refined us, but instead of pushing us apart, we’re closer than ever.”

“We're broken in complementary ways, thus rendering our damage comprehensible to each other.”

“He would bear scars because of me, as I carried them for him.”

“I shake my head, but I can’t change this. I can only bear the scars, as I have always done, as I ever do.”

“He has to take me as I am, broken bits and all.”

“For I need this scar over my heart to remind me. Crazy as it sounds, if I can bear the wound on my body, it lessens what I must carry on my soul. How he knew that about me, I cannot fathom.”