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sun doth move, Doubt truth to be a liar, But never doubt I love.”
“Usually it doesn’t send women running away.”
“There are seasons of darkness, yes? Loss and sadness all around.” He tightens his grip. “But if you are patient, the circle turns, and then there is happiness all around, everything good, everyone happy.” He flings a hand out, palm up, as if scattering glitter. “My friend, he just forgot that happiness is part of living too.”
It seems that he might know how to access it, where to find it. If I can grasp a day or two of happiness, why not?
“You seduce me into talking about myself.”
“It broke my heart, though.” “Sure.” He lifts his shoulders. “Me too. But you don’t die. You just . . . begin again.”
“No. These are precious tears.”
Not love, though. It’s not an emotion I can trust.
He looks at her as if she’s the sun, as if she might command flowers to bloom and birds to sing. It’s clear that he’s trying to hide it, to be cool, but he’s smitten with her.
I take comfort in his grip, which feels like it will keep me from flying away into my thoughts or falling into the bubbling power of my tangled emotions, where I might be burned to cinders.
Love does not need time.”
“When I saw you, I recognized you, like I’ve been waiting, all this time, for you to show up. And there you were.”
I really do love him like a being created just for me.