I once told Harry, "Sometimes, I still can't figure out how we happened. Did you ever think you'd find love at 17? Or marry a woman who was older than you?"
"I didn't have any expectations about love. But I just knew it when I first met you."
"How did you know?"
"I just did. And I couldn't help it. It's like an old song my dad used to sing to my mom."
I was surprised to hear that Harold sang at all, and that he had a sentimental side to him. It made me happy to hear that Harry had some sweet memories of his parents before he knew what a scoundrel his father turned out to be.
As Harry sang the song for me, I marveled at how simply and perfectly it told our love story.
Wise men say only fools rush in
But I can't help falling in love with you
Shall I stay, would it be a sin
If I can't help falling in love with you
Like a river flows surely to the sea
Darling so it goes, some things are meant to be
Take my hand, take my whole life too
For I can't help falling in love with you
Like a river flows surely to the sea
Darling so it goes, some things are meant to be
Take my hand, take my whole life too
For I can't help falling in love with you
For I can't help falling in love with you
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The Neighbors
FanfictionElisebeth Bancroft is a young divorcee with three little girls. When a handsome British gentleman and his family move in next door, she will be challenged to decide whether she can take a very risky chance on finding love again.
