I like to make you laugh. Laughing with you is almost as good as loving you. I want you always to laugh with me. Then I think you won’t ever stop loving me.
Stop loving you?...I looked for you all my life and didn’t know I was looking. You are everything I ever wanted, everything I ever dreamed of in a woman, and more. You are a fascinating enigma, a paradox. You are totally honest, open; you hide nothing, yet you are the most mysterious woman I’ve ever met.
You are strong, self-reliant, entirely able to take care of yourself and of me: yet you would sit at my feet—if I’d let you—with no shame, no resentment, as easily as I would honor Doni. You are fearless, courageous; you saved my life, nursed me back to health, hunted for my food, provided for my comfort. You don’t need me. Yet you make me want to protect you, make sure no harm comes to you.
I could live with you all my life and never really know you; you have depths it would take many lifetimes to explore. You are wise and ancient as the Mother, and as fresh and young as a woman at First Rites. And you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. I can’t believe how lucky I am to get so much. I didn’t think I was able to love anyone; now I know that I was only waiting for you. I didn’t think it was possible for me to love, Ayla, and I love you more than life itself.
The Valley of Horses by Jean M Auel