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“My Person”
“I could really talk to you all day”.
“I wish we could — lay back and just talk about nothing or everything; no awkward pauses while finding our clothes after…”
“See, I wasn’t thinking about that, because that takes us to another place, and you would be late getting the boys, and making dinner, and being the good wife that you are”.
“Jokes, I see”.
“Not at all. In all honesty, I wish I were him; even though I wouldn’t want to trade places given our current situations”.
“What if I can’t — what if I don’t leave?” She sighed, “I want you, I love you. You make me feel things that I haven’t felt in so long, if ever. We fit. Being in your arms, that first kiss — I didn’t want to go. I wish I had more time”.
“If love is real, I have learned that it doesn’t go away,” I felt weird expressing this, understanding that two people can love one another, but it often comes at the most inopportune times; yet, purity among us can often become muddled in matters of the heart — especially when what is — history and comfort and convenience can often drive decisions otherwise easy to see and make.
“Perhaps, you are my person,” and I sighed.
“Maybe you are mine, and that is a love that I have never known”.
