Who You Are To Me

“Every time I’m with you, somehow I forget to breathe,” she told him, not believing in the absurdity of her own words, struggling and spitting them at him. “It’s like I’m a stupid rag doll or a… toy trying to stand on a single string with nothing to hold me if I fall down.”When she turned around to face him, there were tears on her cheek, and Jon couldn’t even move.“I don’t even know what you are to me anymore,” she accused. “I hate you, and I love, and I wish you would go away but I wish you could stay with me because I’m a fool. And this whole time I was thinking that you’d tell me what we are meant to be when you came back…”Jon shook his head.“Sansa, I don’t know the answer to that.”“Yes you do,” she interrupted him. “You decided that with her.”