“It only now broke through Henrietta's consciousness how much of love was about touch -- and how destabilizing. All she wanted was to be with him, and this desire washed away everything else like the sea. The world was now surface landscape, mere background to her want and need: -he- was its gravitational pull, its chemical center. In their few moments of intimacy together, she had never felt less alone -- or more at home with herself. This must be the true power of love: the willingness to leave one's world behind for a place that had been hiding deep inside you all along, another lost island. She was stunned to realize she didn't mind the prospect....” LoveSelfConnectionTouch Book:Austen at Sea Source: Austen at Sea