The other night I watched him doze off in his chair. My husband looked tired – work had been crazy lately, and a lot had been going on in our private lives as well. My friend, my partner, my lover is getting old right beside me.
Tag: <span>romance</span>
My husband disappointed me quite a bit throughout our marriage, especially during our first years as husband and wife. He was not the mindreader I needed him to be. He, just like me, had envisioned how married life would be, and as so often, some of our dreams were shattered by reality.
Flowers and balloons,
no candy please, too much sugar.
Perhaps a movie
if we make it all the way through.
I remember it well
So young and in love
cooking in the kitchen
Listening to music
We cherished the cheap romance novels like they were pure gold. We were not allowed to read them in boarding school, so we hid them from the eyes of the nuns. Our imagination run wild, we too would marry a prince one day, and all of us would live happily ever after.
“I had a farm in Africa at the foot of the Ngong Hills. The Equator runs across these highlands, a hundred miles to the north, and the farm lay at an altitude of over six thousand feet. In the day-time you felt that you had got high up; near to the sun, but the early mornings and evenings were limpid and restful, and the nights were cold.”
Aren’t all men romantic? Aren’t they supposed to sweep us of our feet and lay us down on a bed of rose paddles, in a room with flickering candles while soft, romantic music is playing in the background?