We have a long way to go tobeing the perfect couple, we certainly dont live the fairy tale marriage, hedoesnt shower me with rose petals and fly me to Paris on weekends butwhen I get my hair cut, he notices. When I dress up to go out at night, hecompliments me. When I cry, he wipes my tears. When I feel lonely, hemakes me feel loved. And who needs Paris, when you can get a hug?

Where Rainbows End by Cecelia Ahern