I had once read, in one of those pre-plague books in the library, that love was bearing witness. That it was the act of watching someone's life, of simply being there to say: you're life is worth seeing.

“It was all for a moment. It was all too good to be missed.”

“The plague had killed far more females than males. As one of the few women in T…”

“He especially loved people - is so happy, especially remembering Eloise.”

“What if I still want to go?""Then you'll go," he said. "But I wanted you to kno…”