"You don't need to be perfect, I just love you the way you are," Bright said. Gulf looked at him with eyes full of tears, "You must love me..." Bright looked at him in confusion. "You must love me.. that much to accept how I have become now.." Gulf said almost in a whisper. "Yes, Gulf. I love that much. To the extent that no attitude or illness can keep me away from you." Bright says with his hand cupping Gulf's pale face.