Deep Nostalgia

Getting our marital home ready for sale.

Cleaning out my closet.

Discovering pictures from the engagement party. Not to my husband of the past 23 years. To my first love; a fine young man that I was engaged to 30 years ago.

Standing perfectly still in my closet.


Examining every inch of our very happy faces. Our body language. His arm tightly around my waist. In another, our arms intertwined for the champagne toast. Our parents rejoicing. Bending into his ear to whisper a sweet nothing. The glow we both wore.

Wondering. What if?

Smiling. And remembering how sweet life can be.
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May 5, 2012