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Ahh dammit. thoughts of my recent ex are intruding. Something else I learned from our relationship is that I'm still a romantic. We sent those early morning/late evening texts @CapitalCitySaint referenced. Just "Hi, good morning! I hope you have a great day" or " I loved our talk tonight, sleep well"
Our first date was the day we met, and at its end we stood in her kitchen and I kissed her. It was like stepping on a live wire. The sex was…wonderful and passionate. During one interlude at my hose we knocked all the pictures crooked on one living room wall. I still have not straightened them
Vivid memories of sleeping entwined with her, our faces inches apart. She did not snore, but slept with her mouth slightly open and took deep, slow breaths. She was captivating. I would look at her and kiss her softly.
For our second date I went to her house and we cooked Cajun salmon, rice, and asparagus. we drank some wine and walked her dog. During the walk, she took my hand and stopped, looked me in the eye and said "I really like you" We wrapped around each other on her couch and watched "Analyze This" with Robert DeNiro and Billy Crystal. Before I left her house that night, we agreed we only wanted to see each other to find out where the road would take us.
I can remember exactly the feel, sight, and smell of her. She had long, curly reddish-brown hair that fell halfway down her back. Beautiful figure, unbelievable she was 49 with 3 full-grown kids. During a walk in a local park we we kissed until our lips were chapped, and that happened more than one time. We talked almost every day, saw each other during the week, and said "I Love You" after two weeks.
We made plans, albeit vague, for the future. Then just like that it was gone, causing me to wonder if it ever truly was. A month and half later, yes it truly was. She was just to wounded to sustain the relationship, there was no malice.
I'm glad for the experience. Some go their entire lives without a relationship like this. Painful end but a beautiful beginning and middle.
Our first date was the day we met, and at its end we stood in her kitchen and I kissed her. It was like stepping on a live wire. The sex was…wonderful and passionate. During one interlude at my hose we knocked all the pictures crooked on one living room wall. I still have not straightened them
Vivid memories of sleeping entwined with her, our faces inches apart. She did not snore, but slept with her mouth slightly open and took deep, slow breaths. She was captivating. I would look at her and kiss her softly.
For our second date I went to her house and we cooked Cajun salmon, rice, and asparagus. we drank some wine and walked her dog. During the walk, she took my hand and stopped, looked me in the eye and said "I really like you" We wrapped around each other on her couch and watched "Analyze This" with Robert DeNiro and Billy Crystal. Before I left her house that night, we agreed we only wanted to see each other to find out where the road would take us.
I can remember exactly the feel, sight, and smell of her. She had long, curly reddish-brown hair that fell halfway down her back. Beautiful figure, unbelievable she was 49 with 3 full-grown kids. During a walk in a local park we we kissed until our lips were chapped, and that happened more than one time. We talked almost every day, saw each other during the week, and said "I Love You" after two weeks.
We made plans, albeit vague, for the future. Then just like that it was gone, causing me to wonder if it ever truly was. A month and half later, yes it truly was. She was just to wounded to sustain the relationship, there was no malice.
I'm glad for the experience. Some go their entire lives without a relationship like this. Painful end but a beautiful beginning and middle.
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