As much as the fair Maiden stumbled and pushed and fought her way against the discomfort, the Knight would wait ever so patiently for her to surrender to the warmth he could, and wanted to, provide. She feared that kind of love, for she had never experienced such pureness. Such patience, coming ...
Are you really waiting for him to change? Are you waiting for his heart to grow softer and his words to decode into the fairy-tale dream you’d always hoped for?