It was Her Charm and Radiant Smile

A woman whose smile is open and whose expression is glad has a kind of beauty no matter what she wears.

Anne Roiche

“You didn’t expect to fall for me did you?”, she asks.

“No.”, he replies.

She laughs and responds,  “I told you I was different from most women. You didn’t want to believe me.”

He says, “I know. I thought I knew what you needed.”

“Honey, you’ve no idea how my heart beats.  If I didn’t know what I needed, how could you?”, she responds.

“I thought I did, but I was so wrong.”, he replies.

“When we first started this, I told you that everything happens for a reason. Do you remember that?”, she inquires.

“Yes.”, he quietly replies.

“Do you believe me now?”, she asks.

“No.”, he replies sharply.

“Bullshit! Don’t be such a man.”, she retorts. “I’m not going anywhere. You know that, don’t you?”

He asks, “Why are you so nice to me?”

She sparklingly responds, “Because as impossible as it seems, I love you. This is kismet, serendipity, fate, whatever you want to call it. All of this was supposed to happen.”

He looks at her and trails two fingers tenderly down the side of her face. She leans in, kisses his forehead and takes his hand. He wonders how he ever got so lucky and then she smiles that glowing smile. Her entire being radiates. He thought he was the charmer, the smooth talker, but  no, it was her. She knew exactly what to say. What he needed.

Her grin widens and she says, “I promise, I’m not going anywhere love.”

“I’m glad.”, he replies.

She giggles mischeviously and says, “I know.”