Always
“When we met, I thought I was crazy.” John searched the milky way reflected in her eyes. “You were everything they told me to hate, but one look and it was love.”
“It was the human half,” Delenn said. “You would not have loved me if I were pure Minbari.”
She was resigned, but the starlight twinkled in gathering tears. Beauty existing long before it reached the perfect woman before him. John took her hand. “I loved you as long as you were you. Before and after we met. Always.”
The tears dried, but the sparkle remained. A smile. “Always.”














