What grace I have to fall so in love.

In one way, or an other, I've always suffered, I don't know why exactly, but I do know that I'm not so scared of suffering now. I feel more than I've ever felt, and I've found some one to feel with, to play with, to love ... in a way that feels right for me. I hope he knows that I can see that he suffers, too, and that I want to love him. ... And, for the first time in my life, I felt beautiful - finally part of the earth - I touched the soil, and he loved me back.

You love me and you're gay. ... He wants to be with me. I know what he felt with me. He can't fake that.

Many of us whom are well-versed in depictions of literary references have been comparing Ian to Ophelia due to the pool scene, but, thankfully, as Mickey is no Hamlet, I thought this comparison more adequate.