she doesn’t remember when she first realized she loved him. It came slow. Like the return of spring: slow and sneaky and suddenly there as if there had never been a time when warmth, sunshine, cherry blossoms —him— was not with her. There was never a start, just a slow growing joy around a shadow of curly dark hair and dimples and a hope of new roses.
"Society has changed so much. A few centuries ago doctors genuinely thought that when a woman was hysterical, it was because her womb was moving around her body! Not because you’ve put her in a corset. That’s clearly not the reason why!"