“Is not that enough?”
“It can not be enough, for it does not satisfy me. I have believed so long that you despised me; one word from you can not change it all.”
“Is there something wrong about me?”
“Wrong? Oh, no. How could there be? I do believe that you are a good man.”
“You think that you can not be happy with me?” he asked patiently.
“I am happy enough always, everywhere; I was as happy as a bird in a tree before I knew you; you set me to crying for something, and then held out your hand empty.”
“I love you; isn’t that full enough?”
“No, that is not full enough. I want you to be all that I believed you to be. I shall not be satisfied till then. When you think of me you may think of me hungering and thirsting for you to be all that I can dream of your being—all that God is willing to make you.”
The light had died out of his eyes.
“Do you know some one that does satisfy you?”