“Don’t you see, my darling?” He lifted her hand, resting it on his chest so that he could feel his heartbeat, its pace rapid like horse hooves against his breastbone. “Don’t you see? Oh, but you know this well enough already. That there is nothing that requires more strength than to allow yourself to be weak for another.”

“Don’t you see, my darling?” He lifted her hand, resting it on his chest so that he could feel his heartbeat, its pace rapid like horse hooves against his breastbone. “Don’t you see? Oh, but you know this well enough already. That there is nothing that requires more strength than to allow yourself to be weak for another.”

— Allison Pataki