You know when I said I knew little about love?
That wasn't true. I know a lot about love. I've seen
it, centuries and centuries of it, and it was the only thing that
made watching your world bearable. All those wars. Pain, lies,
hate... It made me want to turn away and never look down again. But
when I see the way that mankind loves... You could search to the
furthest reaches of the universe and never find anything more
beautiful. So yes, I know that love is unconditional. But I also
know that 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. Is this love,
Tristan? I never imagined I'd know it for myself. My heart... It
feels like my chest can barely contain it. Like it's trying to
escape because 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 fits.
No goods. No demonstrations of devotion. Nothing but knowing you
loved me too. Just your heart, in exchange for