Love (in three very very short acts)by Antheros“I think she doesn't love me,” he told me, as she walked away from us. “Then, again, maybe I don't love her,” he paused for moment, still looking at her swaying figure. “Well, that's probably why we're marrying, and will live together for the rest of our lives,” he said at last, shrugging and gulping what remained in his glass. |