I'm not normal. I've never been normal, and I never wanted a normal kind of love. I never wanted to be in love at all. I thought it would only end up hurting me, and I wasn't wrong, but I didn't know how good it felt and how much that makes the painful part worthwhile. You make it worthwhile. You're astonishingly normal and good, for everything that you've been through. Well, normal isn't the word I've chosen for it, but... I like that about you.
I only ever doubted it when I thought you were teaming up with the Careers to try to kill me, and I didn't know if you would ever love me again after you were hijacked. But you did, and I'll never doubt it, after that. I'll never doubt you, the real you, at all. You're impossibly strong and wonderful and I've never been more sure of anyone. I mean that in more ways than I can count.
If either of us has had reason to doubt the other, it's you. But I love you. I'm broken and selfish and completely abnormal, but I love you with everything I am and [...] maybe it isn't so bad that I have to be honest right now, if it helps you believe that.