I just felt wrong ending on a sour note with the below post. Sure, maybe I’ll have a nervous breakdown, but I’m so in love!
Dean came over last night around 9:30pm. He wanted to give me some time to write and clear my head. He went to work as soon as he came over, installing our dual towel bar in my bathroom and tucking my electrical cords that have been strewn about my bedroom into the side of the wall. He showed me color pictures of myself that he had printed out to frame.
“Where’d you get these?”
“I downloaded them from Match before you shutdown your account.”
Then he cuddled up beside me and read his book (he started reading because of me) while I finished up our book club book. I wanted to cry. No one’s ever read a book beside me. It’s such a solitary experience. Yet here I was on my couch, side-by-side with someone I truly think is the love of my life, reading our books–peaceful, happy.