I eagerly check the mail, looking for that telltale white envelope. It was on the counter.
OMG, it's finally here! I ripped it open, careful to make sure that the contents were intact. I was applying for a cancer survivor's scholarship at the time, and one of the requirements of the scholarship was that you had to have a letter verifying that you actually had cancer (people will lie about it-they'll do anything for money).
I open the letter, expecting nothing more than a simple "Yes, she had cancer" type of thing. I am shocked at what I find. Not only had he verified my illness and treatment, but he had also said all sorts of complimentary things about me, one of which was that
She shows unusual courage for her age.
Although this is obviously not romantic love, love has more than one definition. In this particular case, the love that I am dealing with here is unexpected fondness. I have always thought of this doctor as a nice man, but never thought that he had regarded me so highly!