The Things We Do For Love

On the first night I went out with my man, we walked along the harbor and spoke about the importance of honesty to us.  Getting to know one another during subsequent dates, I informed him I ate fresh onions and garlic and couldn’t and wouldn’t give them up but made up for it by maintaining meticulous oral hygiene.  I mean, how do you make a fabulous vinaigrette dressing without fresh garlic?  C’est impossible!  How do you eat certain main dishes, like burgers, without a ring of fresh onion?  Mais, non!  He understood and accepted.  “That’s love,” I thought. 

We accepted one another, idiosyncrasies and all, and fell in love.  He is good for and to me, and I appreciate him with all my heart.  At times I skip eating fresh onions and garlic for him.  That’s love.