I'm going through my blogs and I seem extremely bipolar with my feelings towards these characters. Perhaps it's my ignorance towards such strong feelings of love. But I'm flip-flopping in my sentiments towards this romance. One can't live without the other or die while the other lives on, as Catherine expresses to Heathcliff as she's dying. The love they share is a selfish, consuming kind of love. Strange, and obsessive but love nonetheless.
Even sacrificing, or on Heathcliff's part anyway. Right down to handing Catherine to Edgar and demanding he tend to her while he waited in the garden to see how she fared.
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