And that made my heart ache, too -- the thought of how much happiness lay scattered across the universe, unrealized, in fragments, waiting for the right twist of fate to bring it together.
Don't be another high school boy who can't handle his own feelings. You're supposed to be a grown man.
"Because I don't ever want to put your future at risk. Even in the slightest way.
So, he's being a "boy" because he wants to be safe? That frustrates me.
"Will you tell me why?" he said.
"Why you were so insistent."
"Because I want all of you," I said. "Every part."
Gah. Maise, you're the child. It's little moments like this where you think and act so grown up that show just how much of a child you still are.