We have a long way to go to
being the perfect couple, we certainly don’t live the fairy tale marriage, he
doesn’t shower me with rose petals and fly me to Paris on weekends but
when I get my hair cut, he notices. When I dress up to go out at night, he
compliments me. When I cry, he wipes my tears. When I feel lonely, he
makes me feel loved. And who needs Paris, when you can get a hug?

Autore: Cecelia Ahern