One of my dearest friends made an observation in a conversation not long ago that's bothered me a lot. She said, of my former husband, "He was the love of your life. You completely and totally adored him." And yes, she's right. I did adore him. Utterly. I loved his scent, the texture of his skin, the sound of his voice, how gifted he was at working with people. His soft green eyes melted my heart. My heart skipped a beat when he came through the door. He made the best Spaghetti Carbonara, Veal Scallopini, and Fettucini Alfredo I've eaten anywhere, including in Italy. His touch undid me, made me shiver with delight. He provided amply for our family and was generous with friends and family. There were times when he made me feel so loved, though now I wonder if that was just illusion created by a master manipulator because so much of his secret behavior was inconsistent with loving me and actively undermined our marriage. In any event, his good points as well as the
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I loved the castles in France - stuff of fantasy indeed !
Thanks for the inspiration, Marvelous Meri !
x..x
perfect haiku!
~phil
where do knights and ladies dance—
in the dusty moat?
Waiting
thanks for taking me far far away....
What a beautiful photograph of a massive stone edifice that played home to some, fortress to others and prison to not a few I am certain. I am sure it does have stories to tell and I bet that you have wonderful stories from your visit there.
xo,
Noelle
Have a nice day, Boonie
Peace