'Yes, I believe you,' she said, 'but—but you might not know your own heart.
'It longs for you,' I said, 'it keeps me thinking of you always. Once it was so easy to be happy; since you have been away it has seemed as if there were no longer any light in the world or any pleasure. It has made me a slave. I did not know that love was such a mighty thing.
'Love is no Cupid—he is a giant,' she said, her voice trembling with emotion as mine had trembled. 'I tried to forget and he crushed me under his feet as if to punish me.
She was near to crying now, but she shut her lips firmly and kept back the tears. God grant me I may never forget the look in her eyes that moment. She came closer to me. Our lips touched; my arms held her tightly.
'I have waited long for this,' I said—'the happiest moment of my life! I thought I had lost you.
'What a foolish man,' she whispered. 'I have loved you for years and years and you—you could not see it, I believe now.'
She hesitated a moment, her eyes so close to my cheek I could feel the beat of their long lashes.
'That God made you for me,' she added.
'Love is God's helper,' I said. 'He made us for each other.
'I thank Him for it—I do love you so,' she whispered.