Edith Gaskell’s “North and South” reminds us that love, real love, that kind of desperate love, hits hard and makes the moment we embrace that much sweeter.
A man knows when he first touches a woman he can’t live without. He stumbles as much.
“You pierce my soul. I am half agony, half hope. Tell me not that I am too late, that such precious feelings are gone for ever. I offer myself to you again with a heart even more your own than when you almost broke it, eight years and a half ago. Dare not say that man forgets sooner than woman, that his love has an earlier death. I have loved none but you.”
Persuasion by Austen