" You might be able to pretend as if you don’t matter. As if I don’t matter. As if the people who come into your life don’t matter, whether if it’s for a fleeting moment or for years.”
Her delicate throat trembled. “But that isn’t me. People matter. A man touching me will always mean something, and you assuming that it doesn’t is a reminder that I deserve so much more than what you’re willing to offer. "

― A.L. Jackson , All of Me (Confessions of the Heart, #2)