I can't. When he's around I don't remember that it's not like it should be. I forget my doubts, I forget everything other than what I feel, what I think I feel for him. And he seems, at least, to feel the same. I don't know how it is when we're apart for him. I almost wish he was as uncertain as I was, it'd make this easier to shrug off.

When we're together we don't think to talk about much of anything other than plans. [A bitter laugh.] To escape. To take me with him. Foolish, idiotic, and futile plans.