He listened to her words with something of a dreamy smile. Despite this look he almost interrupted her after every sentence. Why was she making it worse than it had to be? He could understand what she said about death, but he didn’t like it, he didn’t want to agree with it. “You speak of death as if it is the end of love, but not even death can stop love this powerful, forgive me if I’m misunderstanding your words.” He licked his lips a bit and looked toward the corner of the room thinking of more only for a second. “Her death although it was a tragedy, I don’t think he mourns her. Their souls are together, it’s their souls that allows him to dream about her, to see her in the stars.” He indeed had lots of feelings about the kind of love she spoke of. Giving someone yourself completely only to be left alone. He didn’t see the poem as that, but still her bringing it up sent a sharp pain through his heart. “Their love is true on both sides. She did not leave him, but was stolen by the angles. If he feels anything it is anger at them for stealing her. He knows this, and also that their souls are eternally linked. I’ve said this…but not even death can keep them apart. “ He stopped to catch his breath, and then laughed because he had to catch his breath. “I’m sorry.” He said with a small grin. “She doesn’t feel bad when he visits, she is waiting for him to leave the world and be with her completely again, nothing but two souls. He wouldn’t want her to feel bad, and if he knew this he would only feel bad in return, and then she would feel even worse for making him feel bad, about her feeling bad.” He laughed again. “You can’t have that in love, it’s just –love-“ He thought by now he had gone off topic, or at least had not properly responded to her. But he said what he felt, and it was certainly what he thought was true.a