“Ana, you make me ache in places that aren't even physical.”
“Hope is cruel. Hope reminds me of what almost was. Hope makes the physical ache return.”
“Don't cry, Ana, please," he murmurs against my mouth. "It was long ago. I am aching for you to touch me, but I just can't bear it. It's too much. Please, please don't cry.”
“How can thoughts hurt so much when they aren't even physical?”
“Querida. You make me ache”
“This is me, Ana. All of me...and I'm all yours. What do I have to do to make you realize that? To make you see that I want you any way I can get you. That I love you.”