A man never knows how to say goodbye; a woman never knows when to say it.
And now I'm looking at you, he said, and you're asking me if I still want you, as if I could stop loving you. As if I would want to give up the thing that makes me stronger than anything else ever has. I never dared give much of myself to anyone before bits of myself to the Lightwoods, to Isabelle and Alec, but it took years to do it but, Clary, since the first time I saw you, I have belonged to you completely. I still do. If you want me.