The first time they met, she said, “The tea’s on me. Enjoy.”
He thought that was the end of it.
Only later did he realize it was the beginning of the rest of his life.
She is gentle, but sharp.
Stubborn in what she says, but softhearted.
She carried everything alone for three years, yet was still willing to trust people.
Her eyes light up when she gives him a hard time.
When she smiles, he wants to keep looking at her forever.
His mother objected, but he said there was no one else for him.
A rival appeared, but he said she was the only one he cared about.
She asked, “How much do you love me?”
He thought for a long time, then said:
“Without you, I don’t know what I’d be like.”
This isn’t a story about Cinderella meeting a prince.
It’s about someone who doesn’t believe in love being slowly warmed by another person.
It’s a story where the script went wrong, but the ending turned out right.
She said the script was wrong.
He said, “Then I’ll write it again.”
