"It was then they say that love began and love was no sweet, soft thing. Love was a pain - a vast, hollow space that when filled is the sweetest, softest of things," her hand raises to her chest unconsciously, fingers pressing at the space. "It is finding the one you belong to. Finding what has been missing and trying to fit yourselves back together, as close as you can manage. To become one thing again."
Her cheeks flush mildly at the insinuation, eyes rising, sharp and caught when they meet Tristran's across the table.
"My mother says -" she swallows. "My mother says that you know love when your fingers fit like a reflection, when you look in someones eyes and you find yourself there - when you can see no parting from them."
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Date: 2007-07-02 06:16 am (UTC)Her cheeks flush mildly at the insinuation, eyes rising, sharp and caught when they meet Tristran's across the table.
"My mother says -" she swallows. "My mother says that you know love when your fingers fit like a reflection, when you look in someones eyes and you find yourself there - when you can see no parting from them."