I’m in love, she thinks, I love this man, I love him. She explores this feeling, cautiously, like someone walking on a newly healed limb for the first time, finding out its limitations, wary of any signs of weakness. Is she frightened? No. Excited? Yes - incredibly. She wants to gobble up time, to rush through days and weeks and years with him, so they can do everything right now. But, at the same time, she wants to freeze it:
