BlueLee

“This is the moment of my true birth,” Kazan said, looking around the room with wonder. “You might have wished for me before that day, but if you did, they’d all been shallow and passing, which would have made me no more than a spark at the back of your mind.” He wiped the tears off my right cheek in a gentle caress. “But that day, you’d been terribly hurt and wished for me harder than you’d ever wished before; hard enough that I became self-aware. You wanted someone who would love you unconditionally, just the way you are, with all your perceived flaws and quirks; someone who would never mock or ridicule you, hurt you, or lie to you. Someone who would be proud to tell the whole world that you were his, and he was yours. You wished me.”
― Regine Abel, The Mistwalker