“Ah. I see. So it’s not really love.” “What? Why would you say that? That’s a terrible thing to say.” “I’ll tell you what love is, Anton, since—I’m sorry—but you’re inexperienced and young. Love is when you can make the following statement, and mean it: ‘What’s best for her, even if it doesn’t include me.’ Otherwise you just love the way you feel when she’s around, and you want to be selfish with that—hang on to it at all costs, even if it harms her. You said yourself that her husband lives across the street, and he’s dangerous. So, do you love her enough to put her welfare first? If not, what
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