“Why any love, Hugh? Since I was tiny I’ve known that someone loved me and wanted me specially. I don’t know why He does. I’m perfectly happy in the world. I’m not running, I assure you. He doesn’t insist. He doesn’t even push. He just waits. He won’t love me any less if I say no. Only I don’t want to say no.” She kissed him on the forehead, the way he’d once kissed her mother.
When she left, he felt very old.
~exceprt from Ascent Into Hell, by Andrew M. Greeley