A Story

They all loved her--fans, people of all elks, her peers, photographers. Even the light that flashed from their cameras seemed to love her judging by the way that it chose to display her beauty. But no one loved her more than the only man who got to follow her around--to Paris, Milan, Tokyo, Chicago--wherever adoring fans waited. The man, whose official title was her personal translator to international countries, never grew tired of saying "Thank you for having me, you are very generous" for his employer and made sure his accent was perfect each time. He almost never spoke words that came from his own head however, or is heart for that matter. His words were chosen by those who spoke to her and of course the lovely words she chose to reply with. Left to his own devices, he could not pick any phrase from the many languages he was trained in at the University to convey how he felt. And by the time he finally discovered the perfect combination of words to match his admiration, he was heart broken for they had been spoken by the gallant and dapper gentleman sitting across from her--to him. The gentleman ended it with "I only hope that my affections not be lost between our two languages." Humbly, he translated it for her.