“I belong to you. There is no one else. All I want is to be where you are.”
“Look at me, Emma."Her eyes are full, the lids heavy. "Graham," she breathes. "I need you to hear me." Cradling her head in my hands, thumbs sweeping her tears away, I stare into her eyes. "I belong to you. There is no one else. All I want is to be where you are.”
“The fact that I am writing to you in English already falsifies what I wanted to tell you. My subject: how to explain to you that I do not belong to English though I belong nowhere else.”
“I belong where you belong”
“If I were to live a thousand years, I would belong to you for all of them. If we were to live a thousand lives, I would want to make you mine in each one.”
“Dress you? I'd rather undress you. We don't belong together. But you belong to me. I want you not as you might be. I want you as you are. ”