He remembered the
clever child, the coltish adolescent,
the irresistible bloom of the young woman.
The bloom had blossomed
seductively.
And he could feel the pull that had always
been between them.
Honest Illusions
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From Infatuation to a Lifelong Symphony
Can romantic love last or, by its very nature, does it have
a best before date?