musings

love. true love.

sappy moment? perhaps. still hoping that it may be said of me? perhaps that, too.

…is she thinking of me, i wonder, as i think of her? i think i truly love her, not for her beauty so much as for her honesty, her strength of character, so much stronger than mine. perhaps that’s why i’m drawn to her so: i sense my own flaws and failings so acutely and i feel i need lucy’s strength to compensate–to help me thrive and flourish, to achieve everything i know i am capable of achieving.

-william boyd, any human heart (new york: random house, 2002), 19.

and for good measure:

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