When Bob & I first met, we were pretty soured on love.
Love had not been kind to us.
We always knew something was lacking.
Both of us were in relationships that were barely surviving on emergency measures.
The life-saving efforts were no longer working in those relationships.
Bob’s 1st marriage had died so many deaths, that resurrection time had come and gone. It was going up in flames; never to rise again …
Doug & I had played the field for SO long, we had lost sight of the goalpost. The ‘understanding’ was suffering a debilitating beating on the open field.
So, when we first met, face-to-face at his house – at a kegger Doug had thrown (Doug & Bob were working together & Doug was renting an upstairs room at Bob’s house), neither of us were interested in love.
But we WERE interested in each other.
A LOT.
We said “Hello!” to each other … and ‘goodbye’ to the others.
And our love-weary/love-leery hearts woke up.
We KNEW that this time, love might be kind ;-)
It felt true.
We learned how to love from each other ...
And we ran with it.
It was a good run.
A breathless 44 years, that never got old.
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