I never would have loved you in this world! But you didn't.

You kept at such a distance that I--I couldn't help thinking about you and studying you.

And lately--when I knew you were fighting the--the habit--I loved you for the way you did fight.

I was afraid, too.

I used to slip into your room every time you left it, and look--and I just ached to help you! But I knew I couldn't do a thing; and that was the hardest part.
All I could do was stand back--clear back out of sight, and hope.
And--and love you, too, Ford.