_Johnny, oh Johnny, my darling, my love!_
It was not in words. The thought of the words, the idea of speaking,
was there; and it seemed that he heard: but what was most real about
it came through without symbols, and surely without any sounds. It was
just--
_Warmth. Lisa-to-Johnny-warmth. Love._
Nothing to question or worry or doubt or solicit or yearn for or want
or need or define. Just love-as-is ... love-actuality ... love-known,
love-before, love-after ... a place to rest and be warm through inside
himself.
He had felt it before.
He had felt it and it had been false.