"There were things I wanted to tell him. But I knew they would hurt him. So I buried them, and let them hurt me... I hope that one day you will have the experience of doing something you do not understand for someone you love... This is love, she thought, isn't it? When you notice someone's absence and hate that absence more than anything? More, even, than you love his presence?"
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