His love for Theresa was undoubtedly beautiful, but also exhausting. He always had to hide something—sometimes conceal, sometimes pretend—and he had to make peace, cheer her up, comfort her. He kept proving his love to her over and over again, while enduring the bitterness caused by jealousy, pain, and nightmares. In short, he always felt guilty, needing to justify himself, asking for her forgiveness. Now, he is no longer burdened, and all that remains is the beauty.