I look at him, look at the book, remember, this book, this moment, the first book I ever loved
I look at him, look at the book, remember, this book, this moment, the first book I ever loved
It's dark now and I am very tired. I love you, always. Time is nothing.
The cure might be worse than the problem
I love you, always. Time is nothing.
It's easy to be omniscient when you've done it all before.
The engagement ring is an emerald, and the dim light from the window is refracted green and white in it. The rings are silver, and they need cleaning. They need wearing, and I know just the girl to wear them.
As I penetrate Clare she looks at me and I think I don't exist and a second later she turns her head and sees me. She cries out, not loudly, and looks back at me, above her, in her. Then she remembers, accepts it, this is pretty strange but it's okay, and in this moment I love her more than life.
I love. I have loved. I will love.
It's living up to being happy that's the most difficult part.
The hardest lesson is Clare's solitude. Sometimes I come home and Clare seems kind of irritated; I've interrupted some train of thought, broken into the dreary silence of her day. Sometimes I see an expression on Clare's face that is like a closed door. She has gone inside the room of her mind and is sitting there knitting or something. I've discovered that Clare likes to be alone. But when I return from time traveling she is always relieved to see me.
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