Ah! how sweet was that first kiss of Jesus! It was a kiss of love; I felt, that I was loved, and I said: "I love You, and I give myself to You forever!" There were no demands made, no struggles, no sacrifices; for a long time now Jesus and poor little Therese looked at and understood each other. That day, it was no longer simply a look, it was a fusion; they were no longer two, Therese had vanished as a dop of water is lost in the immensity of the ocean. Jesus alone remained; He was the Master, the King. Had not Thereses asked Him to take away her liberty, for her liberty frightened her? She felt so feeble and fragile that she wanted to be united forever to the Divine Strength!
St. Thérèse of Lisieux