“Every person is built differently. The way I’m built, I love until I’m empty. And when the person I love asks for something, giving it is the easiest pleasure. Forgiveness. A thousand second chances. I will fight for love, without thought and without armor, deaf to the instinct for self-preservation.
But when I am spent, when my love has reached the irreversible point of abject nothingness, then I become a mountain. Immovable. Impervious. And eternally silenced.”