The Lady Most Likely

It was so strange how someone could love another person so much and so well and still not understand what made her happy.

It was so strange how someone could love another person so much and so well and still not understand what made her happy

She had always looked like some confectioner’s fantasia, a wee thing created of spun sugar, gossamer light, pale and shimmering, so fragile she might melt away in the morning dew.