"Do you REALLY think I will find someone else to love?" She asks in a small, wistful voice.
I drag my gaze away from the trees out the window where I have been staring in a daze. "Yes," I reply, "I really, truly do."
"But, why?" she persists.
"Why?" I give a small chuckle. "Because I am clearly an Incurable Romantic and an eternal optimist."