Love me?” Madeline asked with a faint smile. “It used to be love. ” He brushed his lips over her closed eyelids. “Now there's no word for it. ” “You once told me that you thought love was a weakness. ” “I was wrong,” he whispered, kissing the corners of her mouth. “I've discovered it's my only strength.
Why should nutrition matter less in the creation of young humans than it does in young plants? I'm sure that it doesn't.