How could his feeling for her ever be anything like his feeling for other people? But part of the feeling was knowing the terrible hold he’d had over her, and still had, and could not foresee ever losing.
Gradually the waiting began to feel less like waiting and more like this was simply what life was:the distracting tasks undertaken while the thing you are waiting for continues not to happen.
She has never believed herself fit to be loved by any person. But now she has a new life, of which this is the first moment, and even after many years have passed she will still think: Yes, that was it, the beginning of my life.
I was gripped by a sudden and overwhelming urge to say: I love you Nick. It wasn’t a bad feeling, specifically; it was slightly amusing and crazy, like when you stand up from your chair and suddenly realise how drunk you are. But it was true. I was in love with him.
I had experienced in my life, but it was also a very shallow misery which at any time could have been relieved completely by a word from him and transformed into idiotic happiness.