She would write about love
as a fantasy, imagined situations
of heartfelt adorations, never fully
understanding what it meant,
to be caught up in the emotion,
it was always just a notion.
She became so absorbed in the observation
that she missed all the signs
during their assignation.
the looks, a questioning glance,
she didn’t see what was happening,
that this was her chance. She almost
walked away from her own love story
but thankfully she noticed and the
rest is now history. She no longer has
to write about love as casual observer,
she now spends every day with
someone who loves her.
Thank you! 🙏