I’m finishing putting some perfume on my neck, when I hear the door close and he enters, my Hulk. The wonderful man that I’ve loved for years.
“Thank you,” I say before he can catch his breath, he’s staring at me hungrily. “It is beautiful, more than that, exquisite.”
“So is my wife,” he replies before running, yes, running, to meet me, sliding his hands over the skin that the underwear left bare.
Sneaking under it after a few minutes.
Going crazy, wrinkling the sheets under us. Merging with me into one body. In a soul that screams the love that we feel for each other.
This is what I always wanted, what I dreamed of. Time does not define who we are, nor does the dictionary, we’ve done that, we have lost ourselves and we have had the pleasure of meeting.
In more ways than one.
I scream his name, letting myself be led into the abyss, falling, because he is there to catch me. More than loving him, I’ve lived him, we have fought and we have learned. We are still here, exploring our own universe, venturing day by day. In this great adventure they call life.
As it always has been.
Our happily ever after and beyond that.
The End
