“Sjofn is the Goddess of Love. And love,” her eyelids suddenly fluttered dreamily, “love,” she breathed then she focused on me with a strange intensity that made me, even me, squirm a little, “love is everything.”
“I loved her. Oh God… I loved her. She was everything, ripped me apart and made me whole.”
“I love my mom. And this time, I told her I loved her. And she told me she loved me, too. And things were okay for a little while.”
“I still believed he'd love me again somehow, love me that intense, thick way he did, the way that made everything good.”
“Yes, she told me she loved me and has loved me as i've loved her. While it made me incredibly happy, i was sad because we should have been together all this time and pissed.”
“While I was an honorable man in her eyes, she did not love me. But the minute she understood what I was, when she breathed the true and foul odor of my soul, love was born in her – for she does love me! Well, well! There is nothing real, then, except evil.”