After 40 Years
40 years have passed, average age 81, and she is in love with another man. That man is ............ me!
"What about your husband?" "He's not here." "Do you remember him?" "Maybe if I saw him." "Look at me, I'm your husband." "Not quite."
The night we met she couldn't keep her eyes off nor her fingers out of my dark curly hair. At night she'd cuddle up and tangle my hair in her fingers and go to sleep. Almost daily she says she just loves my hair. Well it's still all there but it's white and rather straight. Can't imagine what happened to the curl. We clinch up several times a day.
So it would seem I have won that woman's love in 2 worlds; the real one and the shimmering mirage in which she now resides.