I didn't know what love was until I met her, I thought I'd been in love before but it wasn't until I met Jean that I found out what love was. It isn't just the four letter word that I used to think it was, it's the meaning behind the word that makes it important. Jean and I almost never got to this point, we almost never got the fairytale that we're living now.

"Ma'am your husband will be wondering where you are!" James joked.

"I'm sure he couldn't care less James." She'd never been one for sharing her personal life but the hurt that crossed her eyes when he'd mentioned her husband was not something he was going to drop.

"What's wrong? Tell me the truth Jean." The simple use of her Christian name was the only encouragement she needed.

"He won't be there, he's never there anymore."

"Has he left you?" James asked in shock.

"No but he might as well have done. He's been sleeping with other people for so long now."

"Is he mad?! You're stunning, you could make any man desperate to be with you. I know I am." The last part of his statement had slipped out without him having given it permission to do so.

"I can't decide if I should slap you or kiss you for that!" Jean told him, the playful edge to her gaze telling him hat this was something he should pursue.

"I think the latter option is preferable."

Had she picked the first option I dread to think how different our lives would be. Had she not picked to kiss me then maybe I'd have never found out what true love is.