It's a long life, sweetheart, and time heals all wounds.
She tried to think of what to say to make it all better again, or at least the way it was before she'd made her confession, though she didn't regret having confessed. Perhaps that was what had been wrong with her all along. Now that the lie wasn't be...
He was the most ordinary man in all the world, and yet in her memory he'd become luminous, like the prince in a fairy tale.
