All that seemed to matter were his smiles, his joy, his love.
Francine loved him that she knew as her feelings more than the deep sea to her.
She saw Arthur as both the bitter man of her dreams and the bane of her existence.
Francine savored the feeling that despite every argument he really knew her.
She knew that like her, Arthur struggled with the border line of love and hate in their relationship.
Francine knew of others who couldn't quite balance this relationship if they'd been it.
She knew of the strain at times, but she loved him truly, and he, her.
Francine knew this man to be hers despite everything and knew herself to be his.
Arthur was her world in his own bitter way, and she was his in her own flirty way.
Love may appear strange, but it truly was powerful and meant the world to those in love.