“Love was patient and meticulous and it never ceased to surprise me. It wasn't something that I needed, something that I deserved, that I was worthy of--- love was what I wanted. Anders was who I wanted. For now. For a day. For a week--- for years. A story written in the language of kisses, and read to me in sweet, soft sighs.
And though I didn't know the ending, I didn't need to. Because this?
This was enough.”