every moment of my life with jack was like that. all sharp ecstasy and bright desperation, freedom like wine, desire like fate. we were greedy for one another, and we both knew it could not last forever.
not all treasure is silver and gold, you know. or do you? you, my jailor, my confessor, my pardoner, upon whose forbearance my life and another’s hang in the balance? have you had a love like that?