Love must be allowed to flow both ways—if it does not, then it is not truly love, I think. It is something else. Infatuation, perhaps? In any case, there are some of us who are far too quick to make martyrs of ourselves. We stand at the side, watching, thinking that we do the right thing by inaction. We fear pain—our own or that of another.” He squeezed her shoulder. “But is that love? Is it love to assume for Elend that he has no place with you? Or is it love to let him make his own decision in the matter?” “And if I’m wrong for him?” Vin asked. “You must love him enough to trust his wishes.
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