‘I learnt a lot of things during the war, Irene,’ he said, after a
pause. ‘Most of them of no use whatsoever. But there’s one thing
I can’t unlearn, even if I wanted to, and it’s that life is very short,
and very precious, and if we can’t find a way to be happy in the
one brief span we’re allowed, then there really isn’t a lot of point
to any of it.’ He paused again and Irene finally turned to look at
him. He smiled slightly, kindly, and she knew he lived in a
different world to the one she did. ‘So I’ve a proposition for you,
and I don’t want you to think about it too much. We get so
tangled up in knots, we humans, trying to think everything
through, trying to guess at outcomes we can’t possibly know. So
please just listen. I adore you. Marry me.’
"The Hiding Places 76 hb by Katherine Webb"