Meeting Him

"Meeting for a coffee cant hurt, can it?" Neither of us had any other intention than having coffee. We had been talking through the net for a few months now. As time progressed, there was a connection. My heart would flutter if I saw him signing in. See, I am not the only mushy one here, apparently when I agreed to that coffee meeting, he ran around his office doing a happy dance, shhhh, of course he will deny saying that lol.....



However the time and the place were set. I remember meeting him so clearly. Him, ever the gentleman, waiting outside the coffee shop for me. Apparently he recognised me straightaway. We hugged briefly and gave each other a polite peck on the cheek. The first thought that shot through my mind was: thank goodness he is not my type. I was so vulnerable you see, having been in a loveless marriage, aged 37, for nearly 7 years. I was like a plant without water, I was starting to wilt from the inside. My sparkle had gone for a long time but the day I met him I came alive again.



Dont get me wrong, the last 3 years have been incredibly hard, sometimes it was maybe easier to walk away but there is something so special between us both that neither of us take the easy way out. Time will tell if we are meant to be living together.......



Love



His Angel