His voice caught. I choose you, Gretchen. Every time, I'll choose you.
You and I are impossible." she said. "No." Gently, he brushed the hair back from her face. "We are what's real and true.
Do you always worry about everyone else before yourself?""I don't know. I suppose."
"It's a miserable habit...
He reached out with his good hand, cupping her chin. "Gretchen, don't you realise by now I would give up everything to be with you?
