Do you think he would dare half as much for your love as I have?”“No,” she said. “He never could. That’s why I love him.”“You were desperate for me.”“Desperate. Not happy.” For the first time in all the years she had known him, she truly pitied him. “You can never, ever make me happy. My heart will never rest in you.
Rosamund Hodge, Crimson Bound
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