Stone Circle You're my favorite book

She wanted Fig. She’d always wanted him, and not just in the press of their bodies, or the children they shared, but for his mind, and his laugh, and for the ways he made hard things in her life seem simple.

She wanted love. All else failed to satiate. And if he’d never said it, she knew it would follow her as a shattered thing tormenting forever, and she would be sustained only by the longing of what she might have had with him-

With an unfurling breath, very gradually her nose presses to his and all she can do is laugh, because she will never have to wonder about that longing. They’re seeing it through to the end.

“You love me? I love you. But not just now, back then. In the woods, with the flowers, and the bunnies. Is that possible? Is it possible to just- know? Because I knew. Even then.”