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“You’re so sweet to have done this.”
“Rubbish.”
“No, seriously, you are. It’s not every day I get breakfast cooked for me, ” I said, and put my arms around her waist.
She didn’t turn to look at me, but took my hand in hers and squeezed it for a moment.
“Don’t flatter yourself, it’s not for you I did this. I eat like this every weekend.
Her lie was symptomatic of a certain pride she took in mocking the romantic, in being unsentimental, matter-of-fact, stoic; yet at heart she was the opposite: idealistic, dreamy, giving and deeply attached to everything she liked verbally to dismiss as “mushy.”
—On Love; Alain de Botton
(Source: 52hearts)