Not Only…

Not even once did she have to lift her finger to carry her own luggage, he always got up to pull out her chair and never sat down until she was comfortably seated. He always went around the car to open a door for her even on rainy days without an umbrella. Many women wish for a wan that would love them with all his heart; love them and only them. Not only was he that man to her, but he also made money faster than she could spend it.

Not only did he build her a house with picket fences and Tuscany roofing, but he put in it a walk-in closet the size of a four-roomed she grew up in. The closet was built and decorated to look exactly like Zara, her favourite clothing store. Not only was she able to walk in and choose clothes, but she could sit and sip Pinotage while she decided which clothes to wear for the closet had a wine cellar.

Not even once did he ever complain about her physical appearance; she’d wear jeans and a T-shirt to a dinner party leaving behind a chain store’s worth of cocktail dresses that cost enough money to buy enough food to eliminate world hunger, but he would always look her straight in the eye, smile and say, “You’re the most beautiful woman in the world!”

Not only did he pay for enough pairs of shoes to form a railroad from Cape to Cairo, but he constantly reminded her that no shoe in the world would ever be made as beautiful as she is.

Not only did he admire her physical beauty, but he made love to her five days a week, and everytime he was hard and lasted a marathon. Perfect! her friends said he was, but he insisted he was just a mere mortal driven by great love for her.

Not Only was he pulling his and her trolley bags behind him, but he also went around the car to open the door for her before she got off that rainy morning. Not even his dripping and soaking wet Hugo Boss tailored suit could prevent him from trying to shield her against the rain with his jacket. They walked into a hotel with multiple floors. As they approached an elevator he stopped for a second to answer his ringing phone, but she kept walking towards the elevator.

Not only did she turn back when she realised he had remained behind while talking on the phone, but she came back and pulled only her trolley bag towards the elevator.

Not only did she not help him with his bag, but she went and entered the elevator by herself and pressed a floor number on the button panel on the inside wall of the elevator.

Not only did she not hold the lift’s door for him to come rush in before it closed, but that was the last time he ever saw her.

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