Our book jackets said one thing but our pages something else. And we looked long enough to notice the discrepancy. The people around us didn’t. They only read the words in bold print. “What are you doing with that book? What are you thinking?” They asked when we picked it up off the shelf. We tried pointing at the pages to explain, “But wait until you get to page 25!”
It was one of those moments two people have that will be remembered. A touch, a kiss, a moan, a smile, a sigh….it all just melted away. I held his bald head in my hands and kissed the top of his salty head, the side of his face, his ear, the tip of his nose and his lips. Soft, slow, quiet. No more words. I rested my head in the crook of his neck, then on his chest and listened to his heart beat.
I’ve been there done that…I’ve experienced me trying to make something work come hell or high water with Martin. I too, strived so hard in my marriage to make that work. I believe in commitment – don’t get me wrong. Being committed takes two though. When one person betrays another…it just can’t happen the way it’s supposed to.
I pray every single night that doesn’t happen to me and Harry. No betrayals. Mistakes? Sure. Forgiveness? In abundance. But God please…no betrayals.
We come from completely different cultures (there are more differences than you realize between the Brits and the Yanks). We come from two different generations. We have a lifetime lived behind us. A lifetime of memories, habits, and baggage. He lives 6000 miles away and 8 hours ahead. So many obstacles.
This is the real deal. Not a fantasy. Not a fairytale. Not a movie. Real life. And I for real am in love. Head over heels but eyes wide open in love with a flawed but tender spirit who fills me up. He is more than he is not. I know this to be true.
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