You can't rely on love. Love will let you down every time. Every. Single. Time. I don't love Jecca. I don't love Fanboy. But. . . God, the buts in life will kill you absolutely every time, won't they. I don't love. But I need. I can admit that to myself.
He held her as though she was a gift. Given to him in love. Something still and small. Unbearably precious.