“I know superstition dictates that it’s bad luck for a young man to see his bride the evening before his wedding. However, Michael and I were two lonely people in the big wintry city and we were not at all addicted to the belief in superstition. We had known each other since we were children and I had loved Michael as long as that. He on his part claimed to have loved me even longer. It was the warm kind of love, the kind that grows on you and stays believing and never wavering…”

Author: Theophile Gautier