"I can't stop it," he murmurs. "It doesn't matter how far I travel or how busy we both get, my soul can't stand not being near yours. It aches for you at night and searches for you during the day. It's deeply, desperately, hopelessly in love with you, and I can't—I can't-stop it. And God, I don't want to, B. I need to watch you create.
— Sep 24, 2026 09:20AM
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