“Surrendered to?” Alex was listening raptly to her cousin, her heart beating fast and hard.
“Love is just that, surrendering, not fighting. When you want to be with someone, you must give up part of yourself forever to that other person and he to you. It’s a fair exchange of hearts and souls.”
“You and Randolph truly knew that early that you were meant to be?”
“Yes, we knew, but it wasn’t something I could explain. There was no divine lightning or choir of angels heralding it as our destiny. It came softly, almost slowly, a need to see each other, to hear each other speak, to whisper in the dark and to dance. l**t came first, as it often does, but even l**t tempers over time, and when it does, you’re left with the sweetest, most tender passion of all. The passion of the heart.”
Alex’s
