“ I was unused to having a love of my own, a real love, and I held it and poured over it and dreaded anything that might come between us. I held it tightly, possessively, and all the time my heart, like a mother‘s heart, was asking how long it would live, if I would outlive it, if it would outlive me.”
— Dec 07, 2025 07:14PM
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