“Do you still love me?” Kelly asked one day.
“Of course I do,” George said. “Why would you even need to ask?”
“No reason, I was just curious.”
“Remember that love song I wrote for you on guitar? Remember when I played it at open mic night?”
“I remember. That was our first year of marriage 9 years ago.”
“So?” said George. “I feel the same now as I did then. That song was an expression of eternal love.”
“Really?” Kelly made a face.
“Yes, so what’s the matter?”
“Well, honestly…” she hesitated. “It just wasn’t a very good song.”
“Of course I do,” George said. “Why would you even need to ask?”
“No reason, I was just curious.”
“Remember that love song I wrote for you on guitar? Remember when I played it at open mic night?”
“I remember. That was our first year of marriage 9 years ago.”
“So?” said George. “I feel the same now as I did then. That song was an expression of eternal love.”
“Really?” Kelly made a face.
“Yes, so what’s the matter?”
“Well, honestly…” she hesitated. “It just wasn’t a very good song.”
