Monday, April 23, 2018

A to Z Challenge -The Letter T -Temporarily in Love

I am participating in the “April Blogging From A to Z Challenge” for 2018.  Except for Sundays, but starting with Sunday April 1, I will be writing a post each day in April.  Working through the alphabet, by the end of the challenge I will have posted 26 writings.  

Temporarily in Love

They met at a mutual friend’s gathering.  They were young then.  She thought he was cute and seemed nice.  He thought she was the most gorgeous creature he’d ever seen.   He asked for her phone number.   She gave it to him.
He called her the next day and they met for a drink.
They dated steadily for only a short time, six months, maybe.  Then she went her way and he went his. 

They ran into each other again ten years later.   They weren’t as young this time.  She still thought he was cute and nice.  He hadn’t found anyone else who was as gorgeous as she.
She had never married.  He had married and divorced and had children, a boy and a girl.    
She still had the same phone number she told him, but gave it to him just the same. 
He called her the next day and they met for a drink.
She gave up her apartment and moved into his.  They lived companionably together for two years. 
Then she went her way and he went his. 

Oddly enough, many years later they met again at the same mutual friend’s house where they first met.
She thought he had outgrown his cuteness, but considered him handsome now.     He still thought she was the most gorgeous woman he had ever seen.
She was a widow.  They had been married for 20 years she said.   She told him she had a daughter who was working on her doctorate.   He showed her photos of his grandchildren. 
He told her he was dating someone but it didn’t seem to be working out.
She asked for his cell phone and plugged in her number.  Just in case, she said. 

She saw him again at the funeral, their mutual friend.  
She thought he was even more handsome, in a silver fox kind of way.  Boy, she was gorgeous he thought.  She was a proud grandmother of three. She wanted to know if it was his son she watched on the news every night.  He told her it was.  
He had moved to a warmer state.  She said she always thought about doing that. 
He invited her for the weekend.  She accepted. 

They sat on the beach at sunset passing by their final years together. 


  1. Hari OM
    Slow burner, rather than pot-boiler romance. Heartwarmer!!! YAM xx

  2. I like this for its lack of drama, and its realism. I think realism is interesting and you wrote about it in an interesting way that encourages comparison and introspection. Good post.

  3. Well, that's a different love story. Soul mates, in a way. Just not a way where they can live together for long.

    1. Well perhaps this time it will be different :)