“I barely understand it, the way I would willingly kneel for you, anywhere, for anything. The way I would fight for you. The way I want to be at your side. Is that what love is, Malini? Is that how awful love is? Because if it is, then I love you, the way that roots love the deep and leaves love the light. It’s – the way I am. And no matter how much I try to be good, to do right – I’m all flowers in your arms, for your war, for you –.”
