He was torn on what he had wanted to see – he knew the mechanics of love better than anyone, and he knew that it rarely was as selfless as so many tried embellish it to be. Morals, legends, and romantics all would have agreed that his hope should be to find her happy despite his absence. That he should hope she had found something or someone else to fill his place in her heart, if he truly and honestly loved her.
The truth of love, however, was that it was often selfish and driven by desire. It was not at all that he wanted to see her torn by grief and fading away with want, but he could not imagine accepting it if she had pushed the departure from her heart and gone on without him. Love rarely took the form of wanting the object of one’s affections to be happy in any fashion. Much more common was the overwhelming desire to provide that happiness. Watching Psyche find joy and comfort in the arms of another, or without him at all regardless of another’s presence, would have hurt him greatly, because he was in love with her, and therefore some part of his heart inevitably wished her to only find joy and comfort with him.
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