"Humor brings insight and tolerance. Irony brings a deeper and less friendly understanding.”
That golden band around her finger was answer enough. For years he had dreamt of a woman like her. Beautiful and charming, filled with the same sense of honor that he had. But not bearing it with stiff shoulders like a burden as he, but wearing it with easy elegance. He stood with eyes fixed on her. For the brief moment their eyes met he felt warm, with the largest of smiles attempting to escape his serene exterior. Yet her eyes held the same intrigue, perhaps the same yearning, and for a moment he wondered if he could find true happiness in her. But then, he already had his answer…
She cursed herself silently. As she stood in petty conversation, fingers playing with her glass, eyes playing the room; her gaze fell on a handsome man whose courageous demeanor clearly expressed his intelligence, but with no assumption of pride or ego. Furthermore, his eyes were locked on her with no lack of intensity despite his calm face. Measure for measure she found herself returning the intent stare. She mused of going to him but stayed restrained. Engaged to a man she did not love, her heart yearned for happiness in a man she did not know. As he walked away, her saddened eyes screamed a silent curse…
She cursed herself silently. As she stood in petty conversation, fingers playing with her glass, eyes playing the room; her gaze fell on a handsome man whose courageous demeanor clearly expressed his intelligence, but with no assumption of pride or ego. Furthermore, his eyes were locked on her with no lack of intensity despite his calm face. Measure for measure she found herself returning the intent stare. She mused of going to him but stayed restrained. Engaged to a man she did not love, her heart yearned for happiness in a man she did not know. As he walked away, her saddened eyes screamed a silent curse…