A love story in 100 words
There was something familiar about him, something about the apartment, the bed, the kitchen that made me feel comfortable. He made me feel at home, and I was. I’m not quite sure what I was expecting – after the last visit and my fluctuating emotions, I wasn’t sure that I would feel anything. But I did. I caught a glimpse of the man that I knew was there. More attentive, relaxed, happy. I felt his love for me, his desire that extended beyond sex. Maybe a desire to be a part of my life….still not so sure. But I caught a glimpse.
© Sandy Hibbard 2021