Oh, she was happy! Having found a nice man in a blue suit and a fedora hat. I didn't get a really good look at him. She was wearing a sun dress that came down to her knees. They were playing hide and seek, sort of. She was using her hands, on occasion, as a place to hide by covering her face. Oh was she smiling! Like an idiot. I mean that total abandonment, I can't help feeling this joy, type of smiling and laughing. None of those rehearsed gaffahs. She was snorting and tears were showing up, unannounced in the corners of her eyes like a supernatural juxtaposition.
Oh she was in love! The noun of love. The place of love. Not the idea or verb that never really means anything anyway. Here she knew the multiple love of loving yourself completely in the playful satisfying company of another. Love.
When I Fall in Love