She said: YES.
My pursuit of companion has come a long way. Yet there’s so much farther to go before this can make pretense to be anywhere near the true happiness. I will always be grateful to her, regardless of what might happen in the future.
Solitude had been an old friend of mine. Memories of retired walk and murmuring are still so vivid, which once were daily prayers, now seem a monument of my wild past. Sorrows, miseries, pains, what are they but heaps of sand, gone with the wind.
Let me not dismay her angel face, but harebell and primrose strew her day.