You had been in an arranged marriage with you now husband, Richard, who was blind. You had always somewhat ignored him because you didn’t really feel comfortable with him. He was basically a stranger after all. You mostly just used him for his money…

one day you had to take him to the hospital for an annual checkup and it was raining. You wanted to give him a scarf- mostly out of pity. That made Richard smile brightly.

“You gave me a scarf. Does that mean you finally love me?”