““You meant it, didn’t you?’’ He was silent for a moment, no doubt reading my thoughts. ‘‘Yes, I meant it. You are life to me, May.’’ ‘‘But you told me you were born in the seventeen hundreds. How could you live for three hundred years without me?’’ He examined my face for a moment before leaning forward, his kiss so sweet it made me want to melt. ‘‘Before you, I merely existed. Now I will truly begin to live””
