“It never made sense for you to love me.”

“Love is irrational, I reminded myself. The more you loved someone, the less sense anything made.”

“But it doesn't make sense for you to love me...”

“The rains would end, and when they did, Ian and I would be together, partners in the truest sense. This was a promise and an obligation I had never had in all my lives. Thinking of it made me feel joyful and anxious and shy and desperately impatient all at the same time—made me feel human.”

“It made no sense when he looked at me that way. Like I was the prize rather than the outrageously lucky winner.”

“The more you loved someone, the less sense anything makes.”

“I made a concerned effort to focus. There was something I needed to say. The most important thing.I love you," I said, but it sounded like singing. My voice rang and shimmered like a bell.As i love you,"He told me.”