It’s been one year since I’ve been with my love. Nothing has changed in my feelings. I’m trying to remember that person that I was before, the one who could only ask so much. My husband was a kind man in his way, but he never thought of how something might please me, or what I might like.
But my Far-Away-Boy does. He brought me a stove lighter when he arrived this time. I know that sound like a silly thing to get romantic about, but he thought of me when we weren’t together, thought about what I might want or need, and brought it to me. I’ve never had that before.
I’m waiting for that challenge that will come to us: an illness, a death, a birth, something tough for us to go through. I’m more and more confident that we’ll make it, though, whatever it is.