Time passed and I had a harder and harder time remembering why Karl wasn't my type, or remembering what my type had been. It was as if we were growing into one another. He was smart and kind. My family loved him, I loved him. He encouraged me in everything I did. His answer to every question was yes. He was proud of me, and he never found a way to undermine my success or spoil a happy moment {a quality, I will tell you, that is hard to come by}. And all that time he never stopped wanting to get married.
( Ann Patchett )
[ This Is the Story of a Happy ]
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