I have fallen in love. I didn’t plan to and I certainly didn’t want to.
But as soon as I saw him, I knew that it was all over. I was love-struck.
He was standing unassumingly among all the others – many of whom were younger, fresher, and louder, with a flashy air about them.
But he stood quietly among the crowd, confidently unashamed to be showing his age in comparison to his peers, his regal dark coloring a sharp contrast to the blonder ones surrounding him.
For the rest of the day I couldn’t get him out of my mind. I was completely smitten, fantasizing about gently caressing fingers and the time we would spend together, two kindred spirits harmonizing our thoughts, movements, passions.
When I confessed my new crush to my husband, he looked at me with a wry smile, his soft eyes boring holes into my soul. I quickly looked away, but he knew what this all meant.
Of course, he knew.
He knew that my whimsical fantasies were more than a passing fancy, that they held a profound yearning to commingle a squandered past with a melodic present and a hopeful future. Truthfully, he had his own cravings too.
Still, I wavered. Should I…? Should we…? Could we…?
Yes, my husband assured me, we could. We should. This would open new doors for us, create new diversions, fulfill lifelong dreams.
And so, with a touch of trepidation and a jolt of exhilaration, I made the necessary arrangements to bring this tall, dark and handsome creature into our lives, into our home.
I think that he fits in quite nicely, don’t you?
Linking up for the first time with Mama Kat.