Author's Note: 105 words. I have no idea where this came from.She loved the way she was when she was with him. She felt completely herself. She didn't have to pretend to be something that she was not. He loved her for her like she loved him for him. She was his Cilla and he was her Jim. They were each others through the vows they made on a warm early May day. For better or for worse. In sickness and in health. Till death do they part. Time and again. No matter what the doubters might say. For they did not matter one bit. It was what was in his and hers hearts that did.