Two decades of love
20 years passes in the blink of any eye….unless you have memories to look back on and savour.
I’ve been in love with my man for over 20 years now; from the first moment that he mouthed ‘I love you’ to me, from an open car window as he was pulling away. My heart leapt and at first I wasn’t sure that I’d seen it right, but when the huge bouquet of flowers arrived that afternoon, I knew we were at the start of a journey together. My feet had well and ...view middle of the document...
We had a complicated start to our love; others were involved and had to be dealt with sympathetically and kindly. He must had doubts in those first few weeks, as it wasn’t until we were having a meal at LaGrillade that he confessed that he now knew this is what he wanted, but had been unsure until then. It had never struck me before, that this might all be temporary; I had assumed it was for good.
And so our journey started…
Holidays, bereavements, passion, new jobs, redundancies, affluence, pets, friends, parties, pressure, arguments, closeness, cocktails, tree-climbing, family, football matches; poverty, love, travel, motor-races, joy, disillusion, stupidity, tears, support, sadness, bandits, patata-bravas, joy and most importantly, laughter….until today.
Today, there is nothing to laugh about, even for me, who can be counted on to make a light-hearted quip in any situation. We have taken our love for granted and that is unforgivable.
I have no control over what lies ahead. There is nothing that I can say or do that will persuade or influence the future.
Are there another two decades of love ahead or have I had my quota?
Whatever the outcome, I will have memories to cherish for the rest of my life and no one can take that away from me…..
Goodnight, my love…..