iceinherheart-kissonherlips:He notices the woman sitting next to him, looking somewhat concerned.
iceinherheart-kissonherlips: He notices the woman sitting next to him, looking somewhat concerned. ‘This is a story of our lives, isn’t it,’ he asks. Not really a question. 'Yeah,’ she says. 'And you’re my wife in this story.’ The woman nods and smiles the saddest smile he has ever seen, a smile so sad that he realizes, for the first time, that all smiles are sad, and in the way she turns down the corners of her eyes when she smiles he can see that he has put her through al lot and that he will continue to put her through a lot, and she knows this, and she will never leave him. 'Yeah,’ she says. 'You love me very much,’ the man says. 'I do. Very much.’ The way she says ‘very much’ sounds like the truth. It’s the truth like he has never heard the truth before. She doesn’t mean it with sentiment or virtue, doesn’t want credit in the big book of good deeds or bonus points toward Heaven. She doesn’t regret it or begrudge him a single minute of her life. Her love for him is not something that can be changed - it’s physics, not emotion: It’s the atomic weight of radium. It’s vast and exact. It’s tender and finite and inexhaustible. Her love for him is a brutal fact about the world. || [x] -- source link
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