‘But how can you love a person who is not whole?’
‘Because you, like the moon, are not only beautiful when full. In all of your phases and fractions and ivory white pieces, I love you.’
— Beau Taplin
‘But how can you love a person who is not whole?’
‘Because you, like the moon, are not only beautiful when full. In all of your phases and fractions and ivory white pieces, I love you.’
— Beau Taplin
