Kiara looked at her; Jenny Bailey poured herself another glass, the bitterness that went down her throat, she couldn't tell if it was the remnant of his tears or hers.
"If his father outlives us, I'll make sure the old man is alive to see us thriving," she mused.
"As a mutual friend of you both, I shouldn't really say this, but as a Psychologist, I still need to speak objectively. The 'forever' you believe in might just be a misguided obsession. After all, you two haven't even officially started. Maybe you should put your feelings on hold for now. After all, aside from love, there are many beautiful scenes in the world that shouldn't be missed. What if, in the end, you find he's not the right one for you, and all this time has passed? How many suitable people have you missed?"
Love is, once it escalates to the level of marriage, akin to a kid buying a mystery bag.
There are all kinds of toys in a mystery bag, and everyone buys one with hope and fondness.
