Aphrodite
"I suppose you are correct."
"Now tell me, Lydia. Are you in love with Lincoln? Be truthful this one time, I beg."
She tucked loose strands of her hair behind her ear, "Yes," she smiled, a blush coating her cheeks, "I am very much so in love with Lincoln. I love him to the point where I can picture myself with no other besides him."
The words warmed my heart, "how long have you been together?"
She bit the inside of her cheek in thought, "for two years now," I gasped at the words.