"I decided on you, don’t you get that? I decided on you. I don’t want to go fucking other people and then walk around feeling thrilled and then sad, or empty, or whatever. I like the smell of your hair, and I like the sound of your voice, and I fucking decided on you."
"It is funny how you do not miss affection until it is given, but once it is, it can never be enough; you would drown in it if possible."
Libba Bray, The Sweet Far Thing