Anxious, you wait for your love to make a wish, any wish, no matter how small or even if it were one of her womanly things, you would grant it in a flash!
She sets her hand on yours, clutching her lover and giving a warm and passionate smile.
"What is it, do you want something," you ask, giving her the straight line to making one wish, and you then able to grant anything her winsome mind could make up.
"I know you love me, we are more than just very good friends! Yet in our relationship I get this feeling that you want me to be more than what I am, you treat me occasionally as if I were some mindless bimbo," she says, as you rather expect she is about to wish she was a mindless bimbo, and then what?
"I cherish you as something better and far more intelligent than some sexy bimbo," you say, recanting her thoughts and trying to send her away from making a wish you both would find disgusting.
Sniffling, she begins to shed a tear, it rolling down over her pouted cheeks, as she blurts out, "You love your horse more than me, why that mare gets more of your attention than I, I wish...," She was ready to speak her mind and damn her life to something strange and wild.
"No, stop now, I own that mare because she was a gift from a deceased friend, nothing more. Yes, I like her a lot, but only as a possession, one of excellent equine beauty; certainly not as some lover!"
It seems obvious she wants something from you, a statement to boaster her own dignity, something to boast of to her friends.
"Tell me my love, if you had one wish, something we would both find as wonderful and enjoyable, being together in love and feeling love, what is your one great wish?" You ask this of her, setting the stage for something to add thrill to your coming marriage and of living life together as being one.