“Why do you love me?”
“Well, uh, I …”
Her look was serious.
“Your smile.”
She gifted him with one, but still seemed to be waiting.
“Your giving heart.”
She blinked and nodded encouragement.
“Well, uh, I can’t decide what I love more — your gorgeous red curls or your silhouette against the bedroom curtains.”
A. Partridge.


