He escorted her, he courted her.
He gave her attention,
His heart, his care, little gifts.
She was his everything.
It was her, not him; she’d built a wall.
She wanted to be a couple, complete,
But she couldn’t give, she couldn’t love.
Was he able to be her almost?
Jacqui romanticized Rebecca’s Frenchman’s Creek so, mistakenly moved to French Creek and dreamed of writing at a desk in the sun room.
aww, sadly sweet!
Wonderful story, Jacqui! I love how your little romances ask so many questions—if only? I wonder? Could this be the one? The Japanese have a lovely word, koi no yokan, the extraordinary knowledge upon meeting someone that, inevitably, one day you will fall in love. How romantic!
wow