"There was a wildness to her beauty then that had intimations of the Brontës."

"The more he knew and saw of her, the more he loved her. Her humanness became real: He understood that she was brittle-tempered, that she was not always truthful, that she harbored schools of fears under her fearless surface. But these qualities made him want more than ever to protect and adore her-- calm her in her tempers, hold her quietly through the stories she did or didn't choose to tell about herself, and especially to life-raft her through when the fears gathered round her, threatening attack.

He wanted to keep her from the airless despair that he knew pulled on her. There were days when he could feel her drift toward its temptation."

-pg 114.

*changed names to "he" and "she"

before bed last night, me and darling friend stayed up reading. it was lovely. {oh it's the small things in life} i read him that passage and asked him if it reminded him of anyone he knew?

it's me.

it's how he loves me.

how thankful i am for this {his} kind of love.

*pic via dannske's flickr.