"You know when I said I knew little about love?
That wasn’t true. I know a lot about love. I’ve
seen it. I’ve seen centuries and centuries of it, and it was the only thing
that made watching our world bearable. So yes, I know that love is unconditional.
But I also know it can be unpredictable, unexpected, uncontrollable, unbearable
and strangely easy to mistake for loathing, and… What I’m trying to say,
Tristan, is… I think I love you. My heart… It feels like my chest can barely
contain it. Like it doesn’t belong to me any more. It belongs to you. And if
you wanted it, I’d wish for nothing in exchange. No gifts. No goods. No
demonstrations of devotion. Nothing but knowing you loved me too. Just your
heart, in exchange for mine."