And this isn’t an agonizing picture at all, but the best I’m capable of right now: you’re lying in bed, I’m nursing you a little, now and then I walk over to you and place my hand on your forehead, I sink into your eyes whenever I’m looking at you, and feel your eyes on me whenever I’m walking around the room and all the time I am aware, with a pride I can no longer contain, that I am living for you, that I am allowed to do so, and that, in this way, I am beginning to thank you for the fact that you once stopped beside me and gave me your hand. Furthermore, this would only be a sickness which
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