He would ask nothing else from life if he would be allowed to protect and cherish her for the rest of his.
But love, real love, the kind that you fall in, isn’t like Corinthians. The “suffereth long” and “is kind” nonsense. It’s like the Song of Solomon. It’s jealousy and fire and floods. It’s everything that consumes.” – Lady Fennimore.
It isn’t a weakness to accept kindness. It isn’t a weakness to allow yourself to be cared for.
I suppose we all tend to want the impossible. And sometimes in attempting it we achieve something near enough to the impossible to elicit satisfaction.
It’s just a part of her life. Sewing her world back together again, sometimes even daily.
Oh, God. She’d now have to invent a bawdy verse on the spot. She’d never had to improvise so much in her entire life as she had in the last five minutes. Improvise being another word for lie, of course.