We all need to hear it often. Did I say it as often as I should have? Or, could have? We, none of us, believe we are loved. We need to hear it often. I love you, I would say, to Burt. I truly did, yes, do, love him. Often, he’d raise an eyebrow inContinue reading “Say it again.”
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Yes, dear, I do
Do I miss you, darling?You, of all people, know.You know I miss you, And, even, I’ll bet, howDeeply I miss you. It isIntense, this absence ofYours. Yes, I miss you,Dear. Yet, also, I live myLife, a life different fromThe one we shared, theOne I miss when I say I miss you, darling, so Much. IContinue reading “Yes, dear, I do”
Protected
Were you my protector? Perhaps. Yes, I can see you in that light; as My companion, and the one holding Me tight, your arms a protective Circle, you by my side, caring and Guiding. Protecting me, you, my Champion always by my side. You Were my protector. Yes, and my Companion, my friend, my loverContinue reading “Protected”
Our story
We met at a bar called Tramps on Friday, May 3rd in 1990. There had been a phone call on Wednesday during which we had made that date. Technically, we met on May 1, 1990, I guess, but according to our Beck love lore, it’s always been May 3rd, now 35 years ago. On Friday,Continue reading “Our story”
Isn’t It Romantic
I am a romantic. It was not always thus. I had once been a self-prescribed pragmatist. I wouldn’t be surprised if life with Burt is what turned me into a sentimental sort. I’m sure it has. When we met, I was determined to find a life partner. I was lonely living alone and it was time. IContinue reading “Isn’t It Romantic”
Love, always
I said I love you but wonderedIf you heard me. I didn’t knowIf you heard me when I said itBefore, in those last few days,But I do know you heard me. You will always know that I Love you. Always. I said it toRemind us both, then. I loved You, then as I love you, now.Continue reading “Love, always”
«Do I love you?«
I’ve just said, “I love you” in response to his conversation. I did not understand what he said. “I love you” is a standard retort. It reassures me/him. The minute after I affirm my love for him, I doubt myself. Why do I run from the room, leave his bedside mid such conversations? I stateContinue reading “«Do I love you?«”
The honeymoon is over
It’s not for me. I am saddened and relieved that I am no longer the most important person in Burt’s life. No, there isn’t anyone else, although during Lewy’s tenure, he’s had infatuations. Early in the journey, he asked our lawyer about divorce so he could date one of his caregivers. Why not? She wasContinue reading “The honeymoon is over”
Slipping away
I hear myself saying, “I love you, truly, madly, deeply.” Why am I always quoting, inserting film titles or song lyrics?, I ask myself with mild annoyance at the habit of anchoring my affections in cultural history. I think it’s to acknowledge how normal it is. To love and to care, to adore the manContinue reading “Slipping away”
Who?
I was going to stop posting or post more discriminately. Then… This morning, Burt was doing his who are you little darling routine. It’s his memory game in which I hear about the other wives and often how badly I treat him. Today, we reconciled. I recounted our many years together. So far, all quiteContinue reading “Who?”
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