Sofie

“I have been in love with no one, and never shall," she whispered, "unless it should be with you."
How beautiful she looked in the moonlight!
Shy and strange was the look with which she quickly hid her face in my neck and hair, with tumultuous sighs, that seemed almost to sob, and pressed in mine a hand that trembled.
Her soft cheek was glowing against mine. "Darling, darling," she murmured, "I live in you; and you would die for me, I love you so."
I started from her.
She was gazing on me with eyes from which all fire, all meaning had flown, and a face colorless and apathetic.
"Is there a chill in the air, dear?" she said drowsily. "I almost shiver; have I been dreaming? Let us come in. Come; come; come in.”
― Joseph Sheridan Le Fanu, Carmilla

“As long as love exists between them, these adjustments can be viewed as a source of happiness or freshness in their realtionship. But if the love begins to fade and emphasis is placed on individualism, problems may arise and thing that were tolerable due to love may become unbearable and that kind of breakdown is not necessarily due to easy identifiable reasons such as money, domestic violence or, infidelity.

But if the love begins to fade”
― Toshikazu Kawaguchi, Before We Forget Kindness