Love isn’t just about feeling sure of the other person, knowing what he would give up for you. It’s knowing with certainty what you are willing to surrender for his sake. Make no mistake; each partner gives up something. Individual dreams are surrendered for a shared one.
That’s how it’s done. If love doesn’t come first and linger after, if love can’t wait and endure disappointment and separation, then it’s not love.
You know what I feel for you. You have known it for years. Let us not, you and I, alone here, pretend that you don’t. You know I love you. I always have. I always will.
There are endings. There are beginnings. Sometimes they coincide, with the ending of one thing marking the beginning of another.
You are my new beginning. I set no limits on my love for you.
– all words borrowed from The Realm of the Elderlings by Robin Hobb.