I get back into the city tonight after too long in central Canada. I’m here not for a vacation, not for some time away, but for her. Only in Haliwood for a few days, but it’s more than worth it. To be able to be with her, even briefly, makes the time and money spent completely justified and I feel ookie just thinking about waking up with my face buried in her long locks.
We’ve never been intimate -at least not in the physical way. But we were eachother’s other for a very long time. This trip is not the time or the place for that, but my heart still quakes when I think about that smile.
I’ll , probably give it another 20 or 30 years. Like a good scotch, it gets better with age. —In sin and error, pining
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