“That’s not very romantic by your old standards.”

“I’m working on new standards.”

She chose a weekend in May, when the trees would be green.

Then she reached across the table and kissed me, unconcerned with whether anybody was watching.

On the way home, she asked me to stop the car near a small overlook.

We stood together beneath the cold stars.

I told her I loved her.

She answered without hesitation.