I miss us. And the limited amounts of time we had together. Laughing, playing, talking. Just getting to know each other, really, because we barely did. But what we knew, we adored. This was one of my favorite days. At the lake. It felt like we were the only people in the world, we were so engrossed in each other…
"It was so agreeable to her to see him again, and hear him talk, to have her ear amused and her whole comprehension filled by narratives, that she began particularly to feel how dreadfully she must have missed him, and how impossible it would have been for her to bear a lengthened absence."