Be pretty conceited of me if I was in love with someone who is exactly me.

[He lets himself be pulled closer, wraps an arm around behind her back and pulls her closer still, so she's tucked right up against him, her breath warm against his skin.]

It's bothered me. When we've fought, it's bothered me. But I'm wiser about it now, about all of it. I love you because of who you are and what you care about. The choices that you make, I love you for those as well, even if they're not what I would choose to do. That's how I've come to square with it. If you were any different, you wouldn't be yourself. I love you enough to understand that.