Here is the next entry—the ending of which we love.
Thilo begged for English conversation lessons. Nina consented, little suspecting he was mad for her. It became evident after a month of conversations. Since he wasn’t her type, she kept things formal to spare him the heartbreak.On a group weekend getaway to the countryside, a friend said, “Rumor has it you two are dating.”“There’s nothing between us!” Nina quickly pointed out.“Let’s give them something to talk about,” Thilo said. “Let’s pretend we’re engaged.”He called her sweetheart, sat next to her at meals, held her hand on snowy walks.That final morning, Nina felt Thilo’s eyes adoring her across the breakfast table. She sat opposite him, suddenly shy after months of knowing him.“Honey, don’t hide your eyes from me.”She looked up at him, lost in the wonder of love, grateful that he’d loved her first.
. . . grateful that he'd loved her first.
How often we've felt that.
Maddie and Lisa