"We tried to keep no secrets. You knew most of the rotten places in me already. If you now see anything worse, I can take it. So can you. Rebuke, explain, mock, forgive. For this is one of the miracles of love; it gives-to both, but perhaps especially to the woman- a power of seeing through its own enchantments and yet not being disenchanted."

C.s. Lewis, from A Grief Observed