He loved her only for her cooking skills.
She loved him because he didn’t love her.
They couldn’t decide who to blame. Chose him.
The child screamed all night to bait monsters.
Her presence in the bed gave him nightmares.
His absence from the bed gave her nightmares.
Assassins struck at the height of his joy.
She loved him more than her upper hand.
Seven generations of evil ended with simple kindness.
He loved from the depth of his loins.
She found that appetite of his rather disappointing.
He could’t find the way to her heart.
Their torrid love affair lasted less than seconds.
Their torrid love affair existed only for him.
He held onto his resentment until he imploded.
The mystery wasn’t so much solved as foiled.
With that cute, furrowed brow she destroyed worlds.
“I’ve always suspected that I’m good for nothing.”
“I have always known you didn’t love me.”
“I have always wondered if you loved me.”