Chapter 35: Where the Heart BelongsOur life was quiet and deep—without dramatic waves, but full of soul’s peace.
Each morning, we sat by the window, listening to birds and watching the light.
He often said, “I see nothing, but I feel everything.”
That sentence was his perfect way of saying “I love you.” I wrote to Diana and Mary to say I had found my true home.
They replied, “You have the happiness you deserve.”
I also wrote to St. John, who was now preaching in India.
His reply was calm and strong, as if from another world. “I thank God for you,” he wrote, “but my steps now walk beyond the earth.”
I knew he was seeking full devotion to God.
As for me, I had found my own faith—God in love, and love in God.
My faith was no longer far away—it was beside me, in every moment of life. Ten years passed, and our life remained gentle and full.
His eyes slowly recovered a little sight.
The first time he saw our child clearly, he smiled and cried.
I held them both, full of gratitude. This is all I wish to record.
Not love full of miracles, but love built through fire, trust, and time.
My name is Jane Eyre—and at last, I belonged.
The story ends, and real life has only just begun. | 
