"And then?" Sophia Wilson lowered her eyelashes, "I've mentioned it to you repeatedly, deliberately provoking you. Why didn't you tell me the truth?"
"Because I wasn't sure."
"Not sure about what?"
"Not sure if I told you that the person with you back then wasn't who you loved, whether you'd feel heartbroken or lost, or if you'd hate me even more."
Oscar Moreland gently caressed Sophia Wilson's cheek, as if touching the most precious treasure.
Sophia Wilson's heart was filled with indescribable emotion, "What makes me worthy of you treating me like this..."
"There's nothing that makes you worthy of such treatment from me. You're not the most beautiful, not the most talented, don't love me, are not gentle, always so cold, and love to split hairs." If he had to list Sophia Wilson's shortcomings, Oscar Moreland could name many. But it was this imperfect woman who, long ago, wholly captured his heart.
"It's just an unfortunate coincidence that I like you just the way you are."
