He loved her so much. He loved her so much it almost hurt. He loved her so much he told her, every day, over and over. It was as if only by telling her again and again could he ensure that she loved him back.
But he needn’t have worried, need he? She’d always responded with a reassuring “I love you too” every time.
He considered himself quite the luckiest man in the world, to which he presented the happiest countenance. “I would become a marriage counsellor,” he confessed to a friend, “but for fear that it might tempt providence.”
Frenchie 4 months ago
Uh-oh, I can see a dark cloud looming above this idyllic lovey dovey marriage.