THE RESTORATION OF MY GREAT GRANDMOTHER'S PORTRAIT
"Good morning, darling."
He says to me; in considerate disregard of my livid grunts and carelessly cranky jolts as I sit up on his bed when my alarm goes off.
"I want to wake up next to you each morning."
He gushes; no hint of offense on his face perceptible when I shove him, away I push him, unrightfully rejecting his amorous advances as he stretches to hold me.
"You look beautiful."
He adores me; eyeing me as if I am a creature still so lovely even after heaving my crinkled dress over my head in haste, gaining no advantage to my already muddled bed hair, and snapping I have to go!.
"I love you.."
He calls out after me; as I collect my personal effects, yank the front entry, walk out into daylight, and get in the taxi..accomplishing all these in a brisk and impudent demeanor as I go..and leave.
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A summit of chances would sometimes be gratifyingly present, to your warm delight, that you could be someone acting horrible, almost disgustingly monstrous..but still be loved by a patient and understanding heart.
Then, when that comes about..you would recognise it, for sure.
It is true love. ♥