“My arm was not what she needed, but the arm of someone else. My warmth was not what she needed, but the warmth of someone else.”
“My arm was not the one she needed, but the arm of someone else. My warmth was not what she needed, but the warmth of someone else. I felt almost guilty being me.”
“What about when someone doesn't need a shoulder? What if they need the arms?”
“What did a person need to survive? Food. Water. Shelter. Warmth in cold weather. And something else... books.”
“You've got to be original, because if you're like someone else, what do they need you for?”
“She needs me. She needs someone who understands and appreciates who she is, and who she’s decided to be. And I need her, because who she is, and who she’s decided to be are—big surprise to me—what I’ve been waiting for all my life.”