About Her
It’s as though it was yesterday – I looked up from the desk just in time to see her walking down the hall. Oh my God! I think the term is smitten.
I would spend the next three months trying to find any excuse to be around her – ever so cautiously flirting, so fearful of rejection that I never noticed that she always found the time to talk. Finally, one of her girlfriends could take it no more, and arranged our first date.
That was twenty years ago – through good times and bad, unbelievable highs, and equally unbelievable lows - she has been my love, my best friend, and my very reason for being.
There is no touch I desire, no council I value, no companionship I need more than this woman provides. Her beauty – inside and out – leave me awe struck. The only flaw she has ever exhibited is her poor taste in mates – but for that I am eternally grateful.
But the years have played a cruel joke on us. Where once I was the protector and provider, now she is – once I was the keystone in our relationship, but no more. Yet she does not complain, she does not let me know that our roles have reversed – she cares for me, and permits me to maintain whatever dignity remains.
She is by far the most decent human being I have ever known – she is my hero, my love, and my all. She is my “Muffin”, my wife…