“You are it for me. But the me that knelt in front of you that night and the me that is standing in front of you right now is not the same me that's out there in the spotlight." He thumped his hand over his heart. "They only get the outside, not the inside. That's for you.”

“You’re my world, babe. Mine. Not theirs. They can have me, but they can’t have you, too…. I meant it when I said forever… You are it for me… The me that is standing in front of you right now is not the same me that’s out there in the spotlight… They only get the outside, not the inside. That’s for you.”

“It’s the person you are inside that counts and you’re beautiful. You’re beautiful outside, too, but that’s not what’s got to me.” He put his hand over my heart, “This has.”

“I didn’t want to cry in front of you.”He wiped away the tears with the pad of his thumb.“I want you to cry only in front of me.”

“You had no right. No right to stand in front of me.” He turned back now, his eyes vividly blue with temper that had gone from frigid to blaze. “No fucking right to risk yourself on my behalf”“Oh really. Is that so?” She stalked forward until they were toe to toe. “Okay, you tell me. You keep looking me dead in the eye and you tell me you wouldn’t have done the same if it was me in jeopardy.”“That’s entirely different.”“Why?” Her chin came up and her finger jabbed hard into his chest. “Because you have a penis?”

“What you told me was that the love of beauty is like a sickness, as all the devouring love inside a person. I stood there right in front of you and ate one of the crayons you had handed me. For when you love you do not care.”