“I'm in love with you," he said
quietly.
"Augustus," I said.
"I am," he said. He was staring at me, and I could see
the corners of his eyes crinkling. "I'm in love with you,
and I'm not in the business of denying myself the simple
pleasure of saying true things. I'm in love with you, and I
know that love is just a shout into the void, and that oblivion is
inevitable, and that we're all doomed and that there will come
a day when all our labor has been returned to dust, and I know the
sun will swallow the only earth we'll ever have, and I am in
love with you.”