To those who question my sanity, my husband has read and approved this post.
I was talking with a friend about ex’s and then another friend about trips and ex’s and yet somebody else about love and lovers, and thusly this post was born.
I count myself very lucky I have loved and been in love three times. This post is about love number two.
I met him on a Thursday. He was the only guy at the poetry reading wearing a suit. I thought that was odd. Turns out he worked for a law firm, he always came straight from work. When I remember when we met, I remember his smile. It was bright and eager. He was the brother of a friend who I thought the world of. She was not the type to do hook ups, he was not easily deterred. I made her a cheesecake for her birthday, his was the day after. That became his angle, ‘What did he have to do to get his own birthday cheesecake?’ I was young and freshly wounded. I had never really been pursued before. I was
