“No! Listen, listen.
I’m sorry.I didn’t mean for this to happen.”
“You were never there for me! […] Do you ever bother to ask what I want? No! You walk around telling me what to do, what not to do! Trying to make me be like you! Well, I’m not going to be like you! […] Andyou’re a beast”
“No, mother, I’m just saying. You think I’m not strong enough to handle myself out there. But if you just…Trust me”
“Dad please, I promise you, you can’t win this one! […]
For once in your life, would you please just listen to me?”
Love is hungry and severe. Love is not unselfish or bashful or servile or gentle. Love demands everything. Love is not serene, and it keeps no records. Love sometimes gives up, loses faith, even hope, and it cannot endure everything. Love, sometimes, ends. But its memory lasts forever, and forever it may come again. There are three things that will beggar the heart and make it crawl - faith, hope and love - and the cruelest of these is love.
Catherynne M. Valente, The Habitation of the Blessed