It reminds me of him.

“All she could think of was that she loved him — everything about him, from the proud lift of his gold head to his slender dark boots, loved his laughter even when it mystified her, loved his bewildering silences. Oh, if only he would walk in on her now and take her in his arms, so she would be spared the need of saying anything. He must love her — ‘Perhaps if I prayed–‘ She squeezed her eyes tightly and began gabbling to herself ‘Hail Mary, fullofgrace–‘ ”

Margaret Mitchell, Gone With the Wind

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