Sweetheart

I love you, sweetheart.

I call my sweetheart darling.

What are you crying about, sweetheart?

Sweetheart, we need to go to the supermarket. We ran out of milk.

To tell the truth, sweetheart, I'm not at all interested.

My sweetheart said it was only a temporary separation.

I have to go, Sweetheart.

How are you, my sweetheart?

Here is a red spider, not so big as a pin's head. Can you imagine an elephant being interested in him—caring whether he is happy or isn't, or whether he is wealthy or poor, or whether his sweetheart returns his love or not, or whether his mother is sick or well, or whether he is looked up to in society or not, or whether his enemies will smite him or his friends desert him, or whether his hopes will suffer blight or his political ambitions fail, or whether he shall die in the bosom of his family or neglected and despised in a foreign land?

Good morning, sweetheart.