"There would be no action, no doing; but he'd be there. He'd be, and that could be the world. Sometimes it is nice just to see the face of the beloved--the excruciating pain comes later. And she could see him, maybe every day. Fine, she thought, as if she had made a pact with the devil and come out on the losing end--here's love, but it's attached to a string and a hook, and if you try to grab it, I will yank it back again and again."
[from This Burns My Heart by Samuel Park]
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