Tom came home later than expected. He was a bit exhausted and his arm also hurt a bit. He was thinking about falling on the sofa and stretching out his legs, but his wife's beautiful face took away the tiredness.
"There you are. I was really getting worried."
She got closer to him. Put her arms around his neck, than riddled her arm plams over his face, while she continued to look at him with such great stream of positive energy that Tom became reaware that there was no better woman in the world than Esther. Her beautiful, dense, shoulder long, dark hair. Her lovely, tender figure, her cute nose. The little eyes that looked at him like two autumne hazelnuts. He could never look enough at her, but even her sweet nose could not overthrow her positivity, energy, zest for life, the uncanny love she bore for every human beeing. Her warmth, her sentimentality. There was nobody who's heart was as big and kind and empathic as hers.
"I was only gone for a few hours, but I missed you so much, shrew. The few hours I haven't seen you have been an infinity. I'd like to sit next to you all day and hold you in my arms and never, never let you go."
"What happened to your arm? You can't go out of the house without hurting yourself. Does it hurt much, my poor?"
"It's not that bad. Will heal soon, my little shrew. The moment I saw you, I almost forgot about it."
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