LOVE NEVER DIES - PART 1

Valentine's Day got me in a romantic state of mind so I wrote a story I thought I would share. Let me know what you think. Due to the length, as I did last time, I will put it in installments. As with all my stories, all rights are reserved.



LOVE NEVER DIES - PART 1

I held his picture close to my heart. I could feel the pounding in my chest as I waited for his return. Knowing he was asking her for a divorce so we could be together, would take its toll. We hadn’t planned for it to happen. It was one of those unforeseen events that took us both by surprise. I read about it but never expected it to happen to me. If the truth be told, I never quite believed it ever happened to anyone.

We were at a dinner party, 5 couples including Alejandro and his wife and me and my boyfriend and 3 other pairs. Alejandro was seated next to me and when he passed me the bowl of peas, he looked me straight in the eyes and smiled. I knew at that moment I was smitten. When we got to know each other better, Alejandro admitted he had felt the same. It was as if a burst of energy zapped both of us and rendered us helpless to fight it off.

I went outside for a breath of fresh air after dinner, enjoying the crispness of the cool breeze as it gently brushed my hair. I didn’t hear him approach until a hand lightly touched my shoulder. I jumped a bit and he said, “I didn’t mean to startle you. You look so lovely in the moonlight.” I am sure I blushed, but hopefully he didn’t notice in the darkness of the night, with only a shimmering light nearby.

“Thanks,” I managed to reply. Alejandro’s slightly greyish hair looked distinguished, I couldn’t help noticing during dinner. I knew I was older than him, I was 65 and he couldn’t be a day over 50, but that didn’t seem to have any bearing on either of us. I kept myself in good shape, working out at the local gym several times a week. I dyed my hair back to its youthful red color and had always been quite proficient at wearing makeup.

We took a stroll along the pathway adjacent to the patio. The affluent host had many acres of land beautifully landscaped. We got to know each other better as we walked. Alejandro was a police chief; he planned to retire in the next few years. He and his wife had a good marriage early on, blessed with 2 children, one son and one daughter and a dog. The picture perfect family or so it seemed.

Candace, his wife, was too devoted to their kids. It always seemed to end up that she had to take sides, her kids or her husband. Guess who lost out? Alejandro started working later hours and Candace was exhausted from her work as secretary and tending to her kids at night. Sex had been minimal for a long time but he was devoted to his family nonetheless. He had remained faithful despite the little loving he had during their 26 years of marriage.

My story was quite the opposite. I married my husband at a very young age, I was 18 and he was 20. Despite our parent’s protests that we were too young, we lived happily married for 42 years until he died from cancer 5 years earlier. It wasn’t easy to move on or date but my 3 kids encouraged me to do so after I hadn’t dated for years. I met my boyfriend through a mutual friend last year and even though there weren’t sparks like with my deceased husband, I enjoyed the companionship.



Look out for more installments in subsequent posts.

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