He had character, Lizbeth thought, even though it was not as yet fully developed but he had experienced very little emotion in his life, and she knew, even without his telling her so, that his love for her was something overwhelming and completely unsettling.
“I love you.”
She had never realised before how many intonations, how much suppressed longing could he expressed in those three simple words, whether they were spoken in English or Spanish, they still meant the same thing. the throbbing of a man’s heart. the yearning of his whole soul.
She wished as she had wished several times before, that she could reciprocate his love. Perhaps then for a very short while, they might have found happiness and joy together. She might, indeed, have given him some memories to comfort him when he was
