“I grip the edge of a sidewalk cafe table to keep from falling. The diners stare in alarm, but I don't care. I'm reeling, and I gasp for air. How can I have been so stupid? How could I have ever for a moment believed I wasn't in love with him?”
“How could I have ever for a moment believed I wasn’t in love with him?”
“But what could I do? Be stupid for a while? I wasn't sure I knew how, even after so many years of careful observation.”
“I didn't tell you how beautiful he is so you could fall in love with him. I told you so you could appreciate that I'm in love with him.”
“How could I have ever been ashamed of loving Dante Quintana?”
“If I stopped loving Him, I would cease to believe in His love. If I loved God, then I would believe in His love for me. It's not enough to need it. We have to love first, and I don't know how. But I need it, how I need it. ”