She was so in love. The object of her affection was incapable of communicating in a way she would have liked.
Her love was deep and all consuming.
“I love you”, Miranda said.

The object of her affection stood silent as usual. Never telling her I love you, or nodding or any indication that she said a word.
The love of her life was cold and unfeeling, yet her love was never ceasing.
People made fun of her, knowing that the love she felt was ridiculous, the object of her love was not returning her fervor, she was a fool for love.
Caressing and kissing in public were never things she could do comfortably with her lover.
She wished society would accept her love and she could marry, but society and the conservative republicans shunned her kind of love affair, as indecent, odd, weird, sick, deviant.
She knew this love could not go on forever. Hard as it was she threw her lover away in the trash and walked away.
Walking past a woman saw the Hoover vacuum cleaner and fell in love as had Miranda.